Bemused, you look around. There's no-one behind you, whipping your head back, she's almost reached you. A sway in her hips and a bounce to her bust, as she locks eyes with you. Sliding into the empty seat opposite you, she smiles like a predator. One finger idly snaking out, to snatch the straw from your smoothie.
She smirks before taking a refreshing suck at the straw. "Those passions are definitely more intense now." she confesses. You can only nod dumbly along, with no reference. She certainly seems more self aware, and unabashed about her recent orgasm. Your gaze darts to check out her crotch, only to be blocked by the wooden surface of the table. Her bust resting atop it, and those incredible nips are still impossibly visible and perky through the material.
"I'm not a bimbo." she says.
You nod along.
"Despite how I look." you sense the edge of frustration in her voice.
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