Sita
“The ou café?”
The voice was not that of a maid. It was Julia’s approaching from behind. I turned to her and once again, my face broke into a warm smile. she was donning what I would call skimpy if I were to give a name to it.
It was a tight half-cut that gave away her large n*****s, and a blue short that gave away the full size of her V-jay and made her bare ass jiggle in it. she probably had a man in her bed as I guessed earlier, but it would be her choice to tell me if she had a man in bed or not, and not my business to ask.
“Sita Kouassi.” She returned the smile as I rose to hug her. She wrapped me up in a hug though I was the first to offer my open arms. Julia was not slim like most of us in our long time no see friend circle. She was a little bigger than we were, a
