"So- huff- my boyfriend has been, like, all weirdly- huff- possessive of me the last couple of days. He says I spend way too much- ahhh~ time with you, would you believe it? I'm like, duh, we're besties, but he thinks it's weird that you get to choose what I- huff- wear and stuff? Isn't that what friends do?"
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!
"Mm-hm? Yeah, he brought it up when I came to our date in that dress you made me buy—y'know, the one you picked out because you said it makes my tits look 'all fat and suckable'. You always give such endearing compliments, bestie! Huh? Nah, I never even bothered- huff- telling him how you've already booked me in for those tit implants, he'd probably just say that's- fuuuck~ weird too."
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!
"What does he even have to worry about? We're both girls! Yeah, sure, you- oooh~ might have a massive fucking girlcock that you're constantly rubbing up against me, but I'm, like, so straight! We're just doing this because we're best friends, how hard is that for him to understand? Mhm? Oh yeah, sure, and also because I'm your 'breeding cow cumdumpster', haha! Where do you even get all those pet names from, girl?"
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!
"You ready to cum yet? Yes, of course I'm off the pill. You specifically told me to not take any birth control for our girls' night out, silly! I even took those hyper-ovulation patches you had me buy. Man, were those expensive as sh- Mmmmfh~!!!"
Loud, wet sounds of platonic impregnation