Chantal texted

There she was..

Pink hair shaved on one side, long on the other. Her eyelashes (perfectly curled and no doubt extended) highlit the cross eyed dumb look you see in so many pornos, with her tongue lolled out just betting for a load of jizz…

Her tits were clearly fake but amazing, I thought.. Marvelling at the first sight of them.

No tan lines either.. Her nipples were framed by areolas the size of a silver dollar.

It seemed she couldn’t get her influencer mind out of the way even though she was made to take the pic, as she shoved her breasts together with her left arm and cradled them with her forearm, lifting them up.

Chantal: Happy now you perv?

Me: Good job. See you soon.

Liz’s eyes were as wide as Chantal’s areola’s “How..?” She began.

But I cut her off and said. “Well Queen of England, let’s head to my place”.

She was dumbfounded and unleashed a battery of questions while we were making our way to my place. It was a good thing we took the bus considering how distracted she was..