The Customer's Special Request

The clatter of the espresso machine grinding to a halt echoes through the empty café. The barista, a petite blonde with a tight, round ass, wipes down the counter, her movements deliberate, teasing. She knows he's watching. The customer, a burly man with a thick beard, shifts in his seat, his cock straining against his jeans. He stands, approaching her like a predator. 'You've got a special talent, sweetheart,' he rumbles, his voice low. She turns, her eyes meeting his, a challenge in her gaze. 'And what talent would that be?' she purrs, her hand trailing down his chest, stopping just above his belt.

• waitress
• barista

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