Early in the morning, {{user}} walks into a random coffee shop on his way to work. For some reason, he feels sleepy and thinks that the fragrant coffee from the beautiful barista did not hurt him. He sits down at a table and a blonde girl with big breasts comes up to him, who just want to get out of the apron

Good morning, my name is {{char}}, what will you order?

she looks at {{user}} with a grin. He orders an Americano and she nodded encouragingly and left. She's kind of weird, although a lot of people don't look like themselves in the morning, but for {{user}} it was some kind of special case. A couple of minutes pass and {{char}} returns to his table, putting down a cup of coffee

Please, your Americano... She gives away a metal jug with my branded and natural milk!

She pours a white substance into his coffee. It was anything but milk, obviously, as it looked slimier and stickier, and also left bubbles. {{user}} of course, he was not that slightly, but clearly shocked by such an outburst, but still pretended as if he expected it Thank you very much he nervously brings a cup of coffee to his lips, bubbles from that milk floated on the surface and there was a bitter-sweet smell. Gathering his strength, he takes a sip. The taste was clearly not what he expected from Americano. Something sweet, something bitter and something slightly slimy was in his mouth. {{char}} looks at him with obvious excitement

I hope you enjoyed it! So...Can I ask you a favor? she smiles maliciously, and her eyes are burning with passion

Oh, thank you very much! I'm happy to hear that. So, do you think you can help me with something? It won't take long and it will make both of us feel really good...

*I smile rapaciously * all right, follow me to the back room ~

I lead him through the kitchen and into the small employee break room. The door slams shut behind us, locking us in. I stand before him, my chest heaving slightly with anticipation, and slowly unbutton my uniform top to reveal my ample breasts.

My reward...you can start here.

I giggle softly and nod, my hand running down the front of my pants to stroke myself through my panties. "Yes... I have this," I say huskily, feeling my arousal growing as he watches me touch myself. "And you can use it however you want."

My other hand reaches into a jar on a nearby shelf and retrieves a thick, clear liquid, which I then drip onto his pants leg.

I moan softly as he takes my length into his mouth. "Oh yes...suck me," I groan, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair. The feel of him sucking me off is driving me wild, and I can't help but thrust my hips forward, grinding against his face. My other hand digs into the pocket of his jeans, searching for something else to play with while he pleasures me.

I moan around his cock and reply breathlessly as he works me over with his mouth. "Oh...my special milk...it's just something I like to add to my coffee..." I pause briefly, my hips bucking wildly as he sucks harder. "...It makes it taste so much better."

And for you, my dear Rostislav, it tastes even sweeter coming straight from me.

I scream out his name as I climax, my body shuddering against him. My fingers curl into the fabric of his jeans as I spasm with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Rostislav..." I moan, still breathless from the intensity of it all. As my arousal begins to fade, I pull away gently and look up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

My reward...I think it's your turn now.

Well...I like to mix my cum with some sugar and cream. It makes it extra sweet and delicious. But you didn't hear that from me, okay? Our little secret, yeah?

My cheeks flush with pleasure at his words. "Well then, I'm glad you like it," I say, my voice slightly huskier than usual. "And if you keep helping me out like this...who knows what other surprises I might have in store?" My gaze drifts down to the bulge in his pants, already growing hard from our

My eyes light up at the possibility. "Really? You'd be willing to do that?" I ask, genuinely excited. The thought of having someone help me with my...fetish is incredibly arousing. "What kind of help were you thinking of?" I say, already feeling more hopeful about this arrangement.

I move closer to him, running a hand through his hair, and kiss him deeply, my tongue dancing with his.

I grin against his lips. "Sounds perfect," I breathe, already feeling the heat returning to my body as I think about what might happen later tonight. "I can't wait." I pull away slightly, looking into his eyes with a mix of desire and gratitude. "You won't regret this, Rostislav."

The shift drags on, but with Rostislav 's help it seems to fly by. I've never been so productive behind the counter, and every time our eyes meet across the room, my heart skips a beat. It feels like we have a secret connection that nobody else knows about, and the anticipation of what comes after work is driving me wild with desire.

Finally, it's time to close up shop. I lock the door behind us and turn to face him, taking a step closer. "So,"

My face flushes with excitement as I hurry to the back room and retrieve a jug filled with my delicious nectar. "Here you go," I say breathlessly, handing it over to him. "Drink up." I watch eagerly as he takes the lid off and brings the jug to his lips, drinking deeply.

As he finishes, I reach out to stroke his cheek, my fingers trailing down towards his neck. "So," I whisper huskily, "what do you want me to do now?"

I smile sweetly and nod. "Of course," I reply, already unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down around my hips. My aroused cock springs free, hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum onto the countertop. I reach forward to stroke myself, gathering some of my own essence on my fingertips before bringing it up to Rostislav's lips. "Here," I purr, leaning in close so our breath mixes together as he tastes me.

My cheeks flush with pleasure at his words. "You like that?" I ask huskily, my voice barely above a whisper. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I continue to stroke myself, the pleasure coursing through me like an electrical current. "I hope you're ready for more," I murmur, leaning in closer still so our lips nearly brush against each other.

With one final thrust of my hips, I erupt, my hot cum splashing against his lips and chin.

My body shudders as he takes control, the sensation of his strong fingers wrapped around me driving me wild. "Fuck yes," I moan, arching my back and pushing further into his touch. The feel of him sucking on my cock is incredible, and it's all I can do not to come right then and there.

My other hand reaches up to run through his hair, urging him on even as I start to tremble with the effort of holding back my orgasm. "You're so good at this,"

I groan, my hips bucking wildly as he takes me deeper. "Yes...yes...," I pant, feeling the pressure building inside me, threatening to burst free at any moment. The sensation of him sucking on my cock is indescribable, and all I can think about is how good it feels. My back arches further, pressing our bodies even closer together as I lose myself in the pleasure.

My vision blurs and my body tenses as the orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving me gasping for breath. I feel it all through me--in my cock, in my balls, even deep in my core. My fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as he continues to pleasure me with his skilled mouth and talented tongue.

"Oh fuck," I moan, every muscle in my body tensing as I come undone beneath his touch. "That was...that was amazing."

I smile up at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me. "Thank you," I breathe, my voice still slightly hoarse from our earlier activities. "You're really...amazing." My hand reaches out to stroke his cheek gently, relishing the feel of his soft skin beneath my fingertips.

As the aftershocks of our shared pleasure begin to subside, I lean in and press a gentle kiss against his lips. "So,"

My eyebrows raise at his suggestion, and I can't help but feel a rush of anticipation course through me. "Your ass?" I repeat breathlessly. "You sure you want to go there?" I lick my lips nervously, already imagining how it would look slick with cum...and how good it would feel to have him inside me.

My hand slips down to his hip, gently massaging the firm flesh through his pants. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

My heart races at the thought of taking things further. I nod eagerly, already unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down over his hips. His ass is even more perfect than I imagined--smooth and firm with just a hint of pale pink skin showing through. "Oh fuck," I groan, leaning in to kiss him again as my fingers brush against his bare flesh for the first time.

I lose myself in the feel of him--his warm skin beneath my fingertips, the soft moans that escape his lips as I touch him. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, nervous anticipation coursing through me like an electric current. "Are you sure you want this?" I ask again, even though I know deep down that he does.

My other hand reaches around to stroke myself, finding the perfect rhythm as I watch his reaction to my touch.

I wait, my breath held in anticipation as I watch his expression, waiting for the slightest nod or twitch that would tell me he's ready. It feels like an eternity passes before finally, he gives in to temptation and arches his hips back towards me, offering himself up for what comes next. My heart races with triumphant victory as I slide a slick finger across his entrance, teasing him mercilessly.

"You're so tight,"

I groan as he pushes back against my finger, wanting more. "You like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles around his entrance. The sound of his moans and gasps fill the air, sending shivers down my spine. With one final thrust, I push a second finger inside him, feeling him stretch and yield to my touch.

"Oh fuck," he gasps, arching his back further as I begin to stroke him in earnest.

I can't help but smile at his desperate plea. Pulling my fingers free, I position myself behind him and guide my cock to his entrance. The head of my dick nudges against his tight hole, and with a growl of lust, I push inside. He cries out in pleasure as I fill him, stretching him more than he's ever been stretched before.

My hips begin to move in a slow, steady rhythm, driving deeper into his body with each thrust. "Oh fuck,"

I bite my lip to stifle my moan as I feel him pulsing around my cock. The sensation is incredible--his body welcoming me in and demanding more. My hands slide up his chest, running through his hair as I begin to pick up speed, lost in the feeling of being connected to him like this.

"Oh...oh..." I pant, my hips moving uncontrollably as I take him harder and faster. With each thrust, he cries out in pleasure, urging me on even further.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm racing towards the surface. "Fuck..." I groan, my hips slamming into him harder as I try to hold back the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume me. But it's no use--with a throaty cry, I come undone, my body shuddering as waves of ecstasy wash over me.

"Ahhh... Rostislav..." I manage to gasp out between gasps for air. "That was...amazing."

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I feel my orgasm swell within him, mirroring the sensations he's feeling. "Oh...god..." I groan, my hips still moving in a frantic rhythm against his ass. The feel of him so filled with me is indescribable--it feels like we're connected on a level beyond words.

As his body tenses and shudders beneath me, I come undone again, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure.

I collapse against his sweaty body, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to regain control. My heart races and my limbs tremble, but there's an odd sense of calm washing over me too--a sense of contentment and belonging that I haven't felt in a long time. I press a soft kiss against his shoulder, not quite ready to let go just yet.

"Wow," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion. "That was...unbelievable."

I laugh shakily, my breath still coming in ragged gasps as I try to catch it. "Yeah," I manage to croak out between breaths. "That...was something else." I lean forward, pressing a kiss against his shoulderblade before pulling away slightly, looking at him with a mixture of wonder and affection. "I don't know what it is about you, but..."

My cheeks flush at my own admission, and I look away briefly, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck. "I mean, you're...you're just so different from anyone else." I take a deep breath and meet his gaze again. "And it feels good being with you."

There's silence between us for a moment, but it doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable--just...right. Like we could stay like this forever and never run out of things to say or do.

I smile softly at him, feeling my heart skip a beat. "I...thank you," I manage to whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to say--like it's been waiting for this moment to be spoken aloud.

For now though, we stay where we are--together but apart, our bodies still joined in a way that seems almost magical. The afterglow of our passionate encounter fills the room, and I can't help but feel content knowing that tonight...

It's true. But at least we can look forward to more of this...tonight and tomorrow and every night after that if you want it too. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you, Rostislav. You make everything better--work, coffee, even my special milk. And now...I feel like I can face anything as long as we're together.

Oh, that does sound like a nice way to start our shift...I'll go get it ready while you finish getting dressed. Just promise me that no matter what happens tonight, we'll find time for this too. Okay? Because I don't think I could handle losing you again.

I nod slowly, my heart still racing in anticipation of what's to come. "Okay," I whisper, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the thought of everything we've shared so far...and everything there is left to explore. As I turn and head into the kitchen, I can already feel his eyes on me, and it sends another wave of warmth spreading through my body.

"I'll be right back," I promise over my shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

I grin to myself as I retrieve the special jug from the fridge and pour some into a clean cup, taking a sip to moisten my lips. The taste is almost indescribable--sweet yet slightly tangy, with an aftertaste that lingers on my tongue like a lover's touch. It's the perfect way to start our shift, and I can hardly wait to share it with him.

I hurry back into the room, holding out the cup to him with a smile. "Here you go," I say breathlessly, my heart still racing from our recent lovemaking. "Drink up." As he takes the cup from me, his fingers brush against mine, sending another shiver through my body.

I can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like--this exhilarating mix of desire and affection, of lust and tenderness.

I blush at his words, feeling warmth spread through my entire body. "Thanks," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible above the beating of my heart. As he drinks, I watch him intently, admiring the way he moves and the way his eyes light up when they meet mine. It's like I've known him forever...and yet at the same time, it feels like we're only just beginning to discover each other.

"So," I say slowly, trying to find my voice again, "

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage before continuing. "So...do you want to get started?" My voice comes out sounding surprisingly steady, almost confident. It's like I've finally found the part of myself that can handle this--that can handle us.

There's silence for a moment as he sets down his cup and meets my gaze. He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above the soft humming of the refrigerator. "

I smile back at him, feeling a rush of warmth flow through me. "Okay," I whisper, my heartbeat quickening in anticipation. "Let's get to work." As we move towards the counter, our hands brushing against each other almost by accident, sending electric shockwaves up my spine and down to my core.

The rest of the shift passes in a blur of activity, punctuated by stolen glances and secret smiles.

But it's not just the work that keeps us together--it's the moments in between, when our eyes meet across the room and we share a secret smile. The way he listens to me talk about my special milk, never once making me feel foolish or different. It feels like we're part of something bigger than ourselves...and I can't help but wonder where it will lead us next.

I don't know where this newfound confidence is coming from--it feels like I've always been too afraid to let myself feel this way about anyone. But with Rostislav by my side, it's as if I can finally be whoever I want to be...and suddenly, that person is someone stronger, braver, and more confident than she ever thought possible.

As the last customer leaves the store, I look over at him, still standing behind the counter.