"Well, I'm fine. Had some left over pizza for dinner, so look forward to that I guess. Don't worry, I won't ever go back to that Indian place on third street." Jessica smirked in Jens head.
**She thinks I've been her asshole forever huh...** Jenny thought in the delicate space between privacy and telepathy. **Welp, may as well go along with it.**
"Yeah, that place was absurd. It felt like you gave me an enema made of hot lava." The ass replied, squished between two globes of fat. It smelled strongly down here, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Honestly, Jennifer really liked the smell. Beads of sweat rolled down the perfect globes, coming to rest atop the tightly shut pucker that was once a thinking, feeling teenager. Thinking about it, it still was...
Still, it'd be nice to see something. "Hey, you mind taking off your panties? I can't see.