The gorgeous Latin-American woman

There she was, the Latina that Misty was admiring in the yoga room. Her face was concerned, right before it grew into shock. Misty could only guess why she had it on right now. Doing her best to play it off, Misty did her most charming act. Covering her breasts with one arm, and pointing a finger gun at the Latina. Misty cocked a smile at that woman; her face was still gaping at the size of Misty's breasts.

"Didn't expect any visitors here." Misty smiled at the Latina

"You mean in the public restroom?"

"It is? I thought it was the vanity room, just trying to show off my body!" Misty did a little dance, her breasts swung like Newton Balls. Misty internally bashed herself, but what was she to do?

"Ummmm, are you okay Miss...?"

"Misty and I'm: fine and dandy. Just doing some things before going right back into the room" She lied, she was trying to escape right now, but it wasn't like it mattered to the Latina, right. Misty's mind took a turn onto the Latina body.

Misty took a closer view of the Latina, she had all the good features of one on her. Misty already got a view of her large backside, her was an angular beauty, eyes pierced Misty heart, lips like sin. Oh, Misty was getting a little hot from this, this wasn't the place for this!

"Do you need any medical attention Misty?"

"Me,pfft, nope, healthy as an ox" Misty flexed a little to show her this statement; with one last look at her, the Latina walked from the restroom. Misty breathed outwards, straining her poor top.

"What the hell is happening to me?" Misty cupped her boobs, as though they could speak to her.