time to face the consequences

Everyone stared at Laylah's big, stupid tits, nobody knowing what to say.

Laylah finally caught on enough to look down at her bare boobs and stiff nips and blinked.

"OH FUCK!!!" Laylah screamed, covering her tits and leaping out of her chair.

As the remains of her dress fell to the ground in two halves, she poked her pelvis out to look over the arms covering her breasts to confirm what the entire restaurant already knew, her patch of auburn pubes and shaved slit were out in open.

"OHH FUCK!!!" Laylah screamed even louder, scrambling to find a way to cover both of her massive mammaries and her well-groomed crotch and her bare ass all at the same time, her boobs and butt bouncing around obscenely as she did so.

Both Laylah and David, still sitting in his seat, jumped at the sudden slam of hands on the table. They both turned their heads to Ross, who removed his hands from the table as he stood up, and lifted his hands in a dismissive fashion and said

"I'm out."

The husky man threw the napkin from his lap onto the table, and walked away.

"Ross, no! I can explain!" Laylah said, forgetting her modesty and running after her date.

"Laylah are you nuts, stop!" David finally said, standing from his chair to get in her way and prevent her from running off and embarrassing herself even more than she already had.

"W-woah!" Laylah yeled as she tripped over her own feet and fell forward. David tried to catch his naked friend, but she slipped from his grip. she grabbed instinctively on the fabric of his shirt but she fell to the ground all the same...

*rrrrrrip!*

David twirled around, stumbling to find his balance. Laylah hit the ground arms first, David's bisected black button-up in her right hand. She hit the ground, her big quishy tits breaking her fall somewhat, and she came to a stop at last with her ass up in the air, her butthole and pussy now showing proudly to every patron in the restaurant.

David regained his balance at last and stood there in shock... than the weight of the coins dropped his pants, dragging his boxers with them.

David Ortiz stood there in the middle of a crowded pizza joint like a deer in headlights with his thin body completely exposed. His bush of dark pubic hair; his 5 and a half inch, uncut cock; and his slightly-brown ballsack; were out in the open.

Next to him, lied his friend Laylah Marsh, threadbare, face-down, butt up, her asshole and pussy spread slightly, the pink of her labia peeking out like it was saying hello.