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dmitrys - Flick the bean coffee (Story Wednesday)
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All text and artwork below are purely fictional adult creative works intended for 18+ patrons only.
Story by Ada
“Here’s your coffee, sir,” Peach smiled as he poured the dark liquid into a mug. Wisps of steam rose from it, carrying the rich scent. He handed the mug to the man, collected the cash for the coffee, and gestured to Joelle, who stood beside the stand wearing cow-print lingerie and a pair of horns. The redhead’s large tits and cock hung out for all to see. “Help yourself to some complimentary milk.”
“So, uh,” the man looked Joelle up and down. “Where’s the milk?”
Joelle tapped his collar with a smile. “It is self-serve, moniseur,” he explained in his lilting Parisian accent as he leaned forward, making one of his nipples brush their customer’s hand.
“If you insist,” the man grinned. He took one of Joelle’s breasts in hand and gave it a squeeze. Joelle gasped at the sensation. They might have been fake breasts, but the tactile feedback was real enough. “Hey, nothing happened!”
“You have to work the tit, sir,” Peach instructed from behind the stand. “Squeeze towards the nipple. Yeah, that’s it.”
Joelle groaned, his legs quivering, as the man followed Peach’s instructions. His tits were sloshing with milk, but it certainly took some effort to get it out! Not that Joelle minded. He bit his lip as his cock began to stiffen, rising up in slow, throbbing pulses as their customer groped his chest. The man’s fingers dug into the artificial breast flesh, squeezing and tugging towards his cup. Joelle could feel the steamy heat of the coffee close to his nipple. Milk beaded on the tip. Strong fingers pressed into the soft teat, forcing more out, until it began dripping from both nipples.
“Oh-ouais,” Joelle gasped, biting his lip, as he felt his breast begin to spurt a veritable fountain of milk into the man’s cup. It splashed noisily into the coffee, filling up the cup until it sloshed over the edge. The man released Joelle’s dribbling tit and took a sip of his coffee.
“That’s not bad,” he remarked, nodding at the now-flushed and panting redhead.
“M-merci, moniseur,” Joelle replied shakily. The man glanced down at Joelle’s cock, standing stiffly upwards, a pearly drop of precum beading on the tip.
“I’ll have to try some of your cream next time,” he grinned, strolling away.
“You’ll have to leave a bigger tip for that!” Peach called after him.
All text and artwork below are purely fictional adult creative works intended for 18+ patrons only.
Story by Ada
“Here’s your coffee, sir,” Peach smiled as he poured the dark liquid into a mug. Wisps of steam rose from it, carrying the rich scent. He handed the mug to the man, collected the cash for the coffee, and gestured to Joelle, who stood beside the stand wearing cow-print lingerie and a pair of horns. The redhead’s large tits and cock hung out for all to see. “Help yourself to some complimentary milk.”
“So, uh,” the man looked Joelle up and down. “Where’s the milk?”
Joelle tapped his collar with a smile. “It is self-serve, moniseur,” he explained in his lilting Parisian accent as he leaned forward, making one of his nipples brush their customer’s hand.
“If you insist,” the man grinned. He took one of Joelle’s breasts in hand and gave it a squeeze. Joelle gasped at the sensation. They might have been fake breasts, but the tactile feedback was real enough. “Hey, nothing happened!”
“You have to work the tit, sir,” Peach instructed from behind the stand. “Squeeze towards the nipple. Yeah, that’s it.”
Joelle groaned, his legs quivering, as the man followed Peach’s instructions. His tits were sloshing with milk, but it certainly took some effort to get it out! Not that Joelle minded. He bit his lip as his cock began to stiffen, rising up in slow, throbbing pulses as their customer groped his chest. The man’s fingers dug into the artificial breast flesh, squeezing and tugging towards his cup. Joelle could feel the steamy heat of the coffee close to his nipple. Milk beaded on the tip. Strong fingers pressed into the soft teat, forcing more out, until it began dripping from both nipples.
“Oh-ouais,” Joelle gasped, biting his lip, as he felt his breast begin to spurt a veritable fountain of milk into the man’s cup. It splashed noisily into the coffee, filling up the cup until it sloshed over the edge. The man released Joelle’s dribbling tit and took a sip of his coffee.
“That’s not bad,” he remarked, nodding at the now-flushed and panting redhead.
“M-merci, moniseur,” Joelle replied shakily. The man glanced down at Joelle’s cock, standing stiffly upwards, a pearly drop of precum beading on the tip.
“I’ll have to try some of your cream next time,” he grinned, strolling away.
“You’ll have to leave a bigger tip for that!” Peach called after him.
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