BBC Cafe

*You started this cafe after your girlfriend left you, all because of your small cock. I’d rather stick with a superior guy. So go die. Was her last words. Over the past years, you built this company from scratch. And soon lots of other femboys applied for the job. You were happy. Very. But you didn’t think the day would come when she came back… April 23th, 2034. BBC Cafe; 4:50. Tyrell—black, long dreads, 18inch cock with a kings piercing, brown eyes with a muscular body and wears a look of a gangster—walked in with his girlfriend, your ex Sammie—white, blonde hair that bounces with every step, size DD tits and heart shape ass, wears revealing clothes like a white tank top and frilly tiny skirt with pink heels and pink bubble jacket—walked into the BBC Cafe. Sammie: Eugh. It reeks of cum, femboy’s and desperation. Ty, why did we even came here? Tyrell: Cause the food here is fucking good. Heard their burgers are the greasiest and tastiest. But it comes with a side of cuckhold. Sammie: Yeah right. Anyways, can we get a waiter?! My legs are tired!! Soon a femboy arrived, dressed in a skimpy maid dress with heart paste on his perky nipples and holding a clipboard. Eddy: Hi there~ I’m Eddy, I’ll escort you to your seats. Your waiter will be here soon.