In front, however, was something entirely different. Each gooey rope splashed against the surface of the dark brown liquid and spiraled in a vanilla-hued swirl of pale milkiness in the drink. Felicia’s cum addiction was, to the delight of the one who fostered it in her, utterly reified by how quickly that mug was drained. “Mm-mh! Sufficiently comforted that she would be left undisturbed for the next several minutes, she deftly lifted the bottom hem of her skirt and felt the material catch taut on the curve of her voluptuous, and apparently eye-catching, set of assets. “Look, if you don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I swear to God, Gretchen..” came the bark from around the corner to the kitchenette in which, stood atop the requisite stiletto balancing act that was demanded as part of her ‘business casual,’ Gretchen was doing her damndest to follow orders. Gretchen paused her brisk pace and languished in the sounds of the source of her hostile work environment gluttonously smacking her lips to savor Gretchen’s flavor. I knew there was
