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Something the matter, Mandy?” Roxanne asked innocently, leaning against the wall. In response, Amanda simply threw an item of clothing in her direction without even looking, which Roxanne caught and examined. It was the brown vixen’s favourite pair of gym leggings – jet black all over, with a white stripe down the outside of each leg. They were what she wore every single time she hit their father’s gym to become even more absurdly strong than she already was… mostly because the combination of nylon and lycra was one of the few materials that could hold in the girth of Amanda’s wrecking-ball buttocks. Holding the smooth leggings up, Roxanne inserted a hand into the waistband and began to run it under the surface of the material. She had a suspicion as to what had transpired here… …which was proven right about ten seconds later, when she found three of her fingers poking through a rather sizeable tear in the backside of the fabric. Instantly, Roxanne’s face split into a devilish grin. “Oh dear,” she crowed, wiggling her fingers through the split seam. “Has your fat arse gotten even bigger, or were you trying to do the splits again?” “Fuck off,” Amanda grunted in reply, top half still in the wardrobe. Of course, had Amanda not had as much pride as she did, she’d have admitted that, yes, she had indeed ruined her favourite leggings trying to do the splits. |
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