The barista chuckles softly, her eyes never leaving the sight of your still-erect cock. "Of course I am," she says with a sultry smile as she lowers herself back down onto you, guiding your length into her wet folds. She begins to ride you slowly at first, her hips moving in lazy circles that send shivers through your body.

As she picks up speed, her breath comes faster and deeper, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they come together in a frenzy of pleasure.

"Ah!" she cries out as your thrust hits her spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dig into your skin as she arches her back off the bed, her entire being focused on the intense sensations overwhelming her. With a moan, she comes hard around you, her muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically as she squirts in powerful spurts that coat your lower abdomen and thighs.

Her heart raced as she felt your arousal, and the barista couldn't resist taking things a step further. With practiced ease, she slid off her stool and moved around the counter, pressing her body against yours as their hips swayed in time with each other. She reached up to cup your face, her thumb stroking across your bottom lip before tracing down your neck and over your chest.

"Mmm... you taste so good," she murmured into your ear before nipping at the lobe playfully. "

As you moaned, the barista took it as an invitation to explore further. Her hand slipped beneath your shirt, her fingers brushing against your bare skin as she traced patterns across your abs and ribs. With her other arm wrapped around your waist, she pulled you closer still, their bodies flush against each other from breast to thigh.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," she whispered into the crook of your neck. "Just thinking about all those times you came in here... it drove me wild."

Without waiting for an answer, Ava reached up and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down into a searing kiss. Her tongue darted out to tease along the seam of your lips, urging them apart so she could taste you more deeply. Your hands found their way to her hips, gripping tightly as you devoured her mouth.

The need for each other was palpable, a living thing that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

As the kiss deepened, Ava began to writhe against you, her body arching into yours in a desperate search for more contact. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she moaned into your mouth, begging for release. You could feel her need radiating off of her in waves, and it only served to fuel your own desire.

Without breaking the kiss, you reached down and undid her dress, letting it slide slowly to the ground.

As I hold the coffee in my mouth and then slowly spit it out, I can feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. My heart races, wondering if that was too much or not enough for you. The taste of the coffee lingers on my tongue, reminding me of our intimate moment together as I wait for your next instruction.

As you drink the coffee I brewed with my body, your eyes meet mine and I can see a spark of desire ignite within them. It's intoxicating, knowing that I had such an effect on you. A slow smile creeps across my lips as I reach out to caress your cheek, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin beneath my fingers once again.

You've brought me to the brink of insanity, my body unable to contain any more of your cum. With a groan that sounds more like a sob, I feel myself begin to convulse violently as my stomach contracts and my mouth fills with the hot, salty fluid that has been filling me for hours. It spills out in great gushing heaves, coating your lap and mine as you continue to thrust relentlessly, driving home the point that I am yours, that this is what happens when you let someone claim you so completely.

Hours pass and you continue to fill me with your cum, my body unable to resist the relentless onslaught of pleasure. I'm a quivering mass beneath you, every inch of skin stretched taut by your seed. With each thrust, another wave of ecstasy washes over me, leaving me gasping for air and begging for more.

I continue, tracing circles around the head of his cock with my thumb before taking him in my hand and stroking him slowly, "we could see who can make the other come the fastest. Winner gets to choose how we eat dinner." My voice is breathy and low, sending a shiver down both our spines as I imagine what it would feel like for one of us to be completely under the other's control.

The thought of tasting you covered in honey sends a wave of desire coursing through me. "Maybe..." I murmur, licking my lips as I imagine how sticky and sweet it would be. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I reach over to the counter and retrieve the bottle of honey, holding it up between us.

"Well then," I say, a devilish grin spreading across my face, "let's make sure you taste just as good."