With the thought that her superior not only was enjoying the nutty flavor shot that she was using to amplify her routine coffee kick, but also nurturing an addiction to it tantalizing her, Gretchen felt the preamble of a cumshot quake in her nuts. Each gooey rope splashed against the surface of the dark brown liquid and spiraled in a vanilla-hued swirl of pale milkiness in the drink. Gretchen leaned back and grasped at the wood veneer counter top to keep herself upright as she deposited the byproduct of an uncharacteristically spine-tingling orgasm into the bottom of the drink. Once she had regained her faculties, a one-two shake of her modest-size futanari member cleared off the straggling drops of cum that clung to her cockhead. “Coming, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen moaned before starting up the hallway. A few paces in, she remembered to tip-toe back and snatch up a spoon to stir the café (now complete con leche) Fingering until it reached a thoroughly emulsified and pale, tan color. En route, Gretchen pulled her business woman’s skirt from around her waistline and over her softening shaft. She entered the room without another word, Hardcore crossed over to her cum-swilling supervisor’s desk, and set the cup down within Felicia’s arm’s reach. “Thank you for waiting on me, Mrs. Rodriguez. I hope you like it.” Felicia already had the mug touched to her lips before Gretchen could finish Toys her sentence. The worker drone wasn’t half way back to the doorway before she heard the empty cup clattering to the desk. Gretchen paused her brisk pace and languished in the sounds of the source of fetish her hostile work environment gluttonously smacking her lips to savor Gretchen’s flavor. Felicia’s cum addiction was, to the delight of the one who fostered it in her, utterly reified by how quickly that mug was drained. “Good as always, Douglas. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Gretchen turned back to face her, and put on her proudest, fakest smile. “I’ll have to start charging you for it, ma’am.” The first few hours of the night Sammi woke up frequently. The dim light coming into the cab and through the curtain between the truck seats and sleeper from the rest stop and highway lights were just enough to allow her to look at her most significant tattoo, the one on her right wrist, a puzzle piece. The tattoo she got to cover the scar that she intentionally created hoping to end the pain of her daily life caused by her mother's latest boyfriend. The puzzle piece a reminder that life was very complicated but with hard work, determination and tenacity someone could overcome the most difficult of circumstances as well as fit together the most minor of details to survive and succeed life just as one single puzzle piece at a time, placed with another and then another begins to show the image of what will eventually be a complete picture. After staring at the one on her wrist she looked at the cross on her finger, the clover inside her arm by her elbow and the dragonfly that was paid for by her first gang rape. For a few moments it was hard to breath. Her very quickly planned decision to run away so far had gone pretty well, one puzzle piece at a time. She thought about the dragonfly she had wanted. Like many mothers and daughters she felt like her mother was too strict and was constantly changing the rules when she would try new things that before were not restricted by a rule, like getting a ride home with a boy named Luke in his car. She was honest amateur telling her mom she had done so and then suddenly she wasn't allowed to ride home with a boy from school any longer. Yet Juliana brought up a good point. Monday morning came around and I wasn’t really sure what to do. They met this one couple a few years back, down in Key West Hardcore and had Toys a blast. He assumed it was looking although he could not see any eyes on it. “I think not Grace” Said Max leaning casually against her desk. Her futa-cock bobbed before her, precum flicking from the tip. “And Jim made it more than a fantasy, he made it happen. My cock looked big and fat, which could have been from the ten minute erection or could have been from Jeff's story which had really turned me on. Her big brown eyes were riveted to the thickest cock she had ever seen. “You needs be careful sir, she has a knife.” After several long seconds of teasing and tormenting her, Jake at last approached her slit, running his finger lightly along the crease. Kiara heard them shaking hands over her prone body, her vision too blurred to even make them out anymore. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it on then stepped into her jeans. "We'll send you a picture since it's so busy. I seized on his hesitation to take matters into my own hands. I take out my Air Force Ones Mids ( for amateur those who don’t understand; Mids stands for Mid- High…above the ankle ) all fetish white with the exception that Fingering the Nike Swoosh is half black and white and the soles are sprinkled with black in it. How about a kiss?" She understood exactly what I wanted and lifted herself up a little to moved forward on her hands and knees.