Thursday, I slipped into a tight black vintage dress, stockings lacy, and headed to the coffee shop after hours.
Ethan locked the door, leading me to the backroom, coffee bags stacked around.
“Tasting time,” he grinned, but his kiss was instant, hungry.
I hit record on my phone, propped on a shelf, and melted, submissive.
He tugged off my dress, leaving stockings. On my knees,
I took his cock, sucking eagerly, loving his groans. “Fuck, Muffin,” he gasped.
He lifted me onto a table, spreading me, entering bare. His thrusts were deep, my legs around him.
I moaned, cumming fast. He followed, cumming inside me, hot and slick.
“Caught that?” he teased, nodding at the phone.
I nodded, panting. “Good girl,” he said, kissing me.
I left, stockings damp, video saved, heart racing with the secret. |