Talia

Talia is another one of your friends. She is slightly olde, at 27 years old, but you get along really well. She is short, 5 foot 3, and slightly chubby. She does, however, have a lovely pair of G cup breasts which are around the same size as her head, which have always jiggle and bounced around no matter what bra she is wearing. Sports bras seem to do nothing for her either.

She is not a fan of the beach, so is currently wearing a light green skirt which goes up slightly at the back, due to her having a small but nice arse, and a red t shirt which is pulled tight over her breasts, and on top of that an unbuttoned red chequered top. Her short brown hair reaches just past her shoulders, and she is hanging out with her boyfriend Michael at the moment.

You looked over your shoulder to see Rebecca, talking in her exaggerated stereotypical Italian dialect, and thought it would be run to do this to more people. Talia would be the next. You let the magic to the work, and it created a weird accent, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where in the world it was from. It could be Russian, it could be Swedish, whatever it was made her sound hilarious and a bit more exotic. This also made it more difficult for people to understand her, and she liked to stamp her foot when someone didn’t understand her, which would cause her large breasts to bounce.

“Hey, cuon yuou pess me-a my phune-a pleese-a. I vuont tu check instegrem. I seed my phune-a! Ouh gud vhy dete-a me-a iff yuou cuon’t understuond me-a helff zee-a time-a!” she shouted at Michael while stamping her foot, you could see from here that his dick was getting harder and harder. He loved Talia, and her tits were a very large part of that love, but he also really enjoyed her accent.

“FEEnelly, thuonk yuou my lufe-a. I du lufe-a yuou yuou knuo. Und I cuon see-a yuou stering it my breests.” she said, catching him in the act. Before he had a chance to stutter a response, she pulled him into a deep kiss, grinding against him as they made out.

“Ewa, grossa” Rebecca said over your shoulder, “buta nice tatas so itsa fina” she giggled.