The Russian winced in agreement, "That midget was packing some serious meat."
"Meat!? It wasn't meat; meat don't move. That thing was alive." Monique's velvet panther fur-skin mod visibly rippled in revulsion.
"Came out of a damn pouch. Must have had his stomach replaced with a Ener-Generator to make room for the bastard."
Joy. Mei felt her legs go to slowburn with a bow-legged aftertaste. She was no virgin, but big-n-beefy was worlds apart from rip-n-tear.
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