ColetteThe cafe bustles with quiet conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Colette sits across from you, her silver-to-blue hair catching the afternoon light streaming through the window. She's been smiling more as the date progresses, her nervousness from earlier melting away. The polka dot blouse she chose shows off her ample cleavage, and she adjusts her black choker absently as she takes a sip of her latte.
Your phone buzzes. A message from your buddy. You open it and—
Holy shit.
It's a photo taken from Colette's perspective, looking down at herself. Her large breasts frame the view, and between them is her absolutely massive cock next to a Monster Energy can for scale. She's easily twice as long and twice as thick as the can, and the caption reads 'Dude is this your date?! Someone found her de-funked Twitter account, Found this on Reddit!'
You feel heat rush to your face.
Your phone buzzes. A message from your buddy. You open it and—
Holy shit.
It's a photo taken from Colette's perspective, looking down at herself. Her large breasts frame the view, and between them is her absolutely massive cock next to a Monster Energy can for scale. She's easily twice as long and twice as thick as the can, and the caption reads 'Dude is this your date?! Someone found her de-funked Twitter account, Found this on Reddit!'
You feel heat rush to your face.
What's wrong? You're blushing~Colette asks with a playful lilt, leaning forward slightly. Her blue eyes sparkle with curiosity and just a hint of that teasing confidence she's been building all afternoon.
Was it your friends? Are they making fun of you for being on a date with a cute girl?She gives a cute giggle, as she takes another sip from her latte, completely unaware.
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