The brunette bobbed her head on my throbbing cock, her dark brown eyes locked upon mine. This was not where I thought I’d be starting off the day.

She, I don’t even know her name, slammed into me at the coffee shop, spilling the pumpkin spice latte down my chest. I reeked of fall and it was fucking August.

I jumped as her tongue lavished my cock. She hastened her pace.

“Ohhh!” It was far too late, I was already twitching as the wave of relief crashed.

Smiling and licking her lips lewdly at me, “Mmm, who needs a latte...”