Hanna Lambert<br/>Role: Air Support<br/>Location: Ground Floor<br/>Tagging: Any<br/><hr/><br/>"Speak for yourselves dears." Hanna smiled. "My father always said to seize the day and never let it go to waste." she then smirked. "Of course, I don't think he meant it in quite the way we all like,<em>ja</em>?" she laughed. She might have been the quiet and level-headed one, but she was still a well-endowed futa-girl, and she'd always happily admit to wanting a pair of plump breasts to snuggle up against, and a tight pussy to thrust into; or depending on her mood, a hot futa-cock to stretch her own pussy upon. "Speaking of the Kate's though, I wonder if they've found any leads on that thing I asked them for." she mused for a moment, as her bare cock twitched and her exposed nipples hardened.