sock masterbate: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

In sock masterbate, barista Chloe locks the café door after closing and invites her favorite regular onto the counter. Espresso scent lingers as whipped cream becomes body paint in sock masterbate. She licks it from his chest before he returns the favor between her thighs. The cold marble contrasts with their heat in sock masterbate, her apron the only thing left on. They grind together like beans in a burr mill until the steamer’s hiss is drowned out by her climax echoing through the empty shop in sock masterbate.