We met at the cafe. She ordered it hot and tasty, sitting in the back of the room, around the bend, on the soft loveseat. I held her as she leaned back against me, discreetly caressing her breasts through her shirt.
My lips softly against her flesh, slowly nibbling her earlobe, nuzzling her neck, whispering soft, dark, erotic suggestions as my fingers slowly moved lower…
I hiked up her skirt and rotated her hips until she was bent over the sofa arm. My dominant palm pressing into her back, her head stooped unable to see.
I stood behind feeling my hardness pressed against her, my free hand slapping, squeezing and fondling her ass. My fingers trail along the crevice, slipping inside…two fingers sliding in…and out. She moans delightfully with each stroke.
I readjust and plunge my cock into her sink hole. I pound that meat til tenderized.
She came like a racehorse.
Her mourning coffee 