The Lewd Latte
A simple accident leads to much more.
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...