Barista
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: The Barista at The Blue Coyote Cafe knows what you want. And what you need. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Illustrated .
The Barista at The Blue Coyote Café is so cute! I stop there every day after work just to see her smile. Of course I’m obligated to order something.
“What would you like?” she asks. With that smile. Those twinkling eyes. Like she knows.
Her smile says, “Would you like a blowjob? I do a good blowjob. I’d sit on that chair over there.
I’d turn it around, like in the old westerns. The sheriff. The cowpoke. Is that what they call them? Cowpoke? Or one of those hard-boiled detectives. Steely insistent eyes. Forcing you to confess. To come clean.
And your cock would be just at the right height.
So I could lick the cap. The cute penis slit. The sensitive rim. Licking with my lips and my tongue. Lapping like a kitten.
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