A familiar face walks in the cafe - Bimbo Pulse

The door opens and in comes a face that not in a million year you would imagine to see.

"Frankie!" You salute your old college slutty friend as she struts down the room with a big smile plastered on her face. You two had lost all contacts when he moved away from the city after graduation.

"Jane! You slut!" She shouts, jumping up and down as she sees you, her gigantic volleyball tits bouncing with her movement. She sits by your table and orders a pink glitter lemon tea from the waitress.

You start catching up. Apparently she returned to the city last week to help her sister with a move in. She was founding moving boxes soooo boring so she decided to take a break and visit places that reminded her of old times. Like when she offered morning blowjobs in the back of this café.

You look down at your sequin cased phone, still mad that you cannot post selfies on your feed.

"I mean, like, I don't have anythin' better to do. I could, like, totally tag along and give you a hand for sure!" You finally ask, making a suggestive jerking motion with the last part of the sentence. Usually during house moving there are some studs to move heavy furniture.

"Really? Yay! But first... I wanna have, like, one slice of triple chocolate cake. I haven't had one of those in such a loooong time!" Frankie says with a giggle, trying to get one of the waiters' attention...