“No thanks” she replied, smiling as she walked past. She swallowed, then extended her own tongue into Kara’s mouth, probing for any last drips of my load and enjoying the exchange of saliva with her best friend. She had stood up from her table and moved in front of the vending machine which was next to my seat. It trickled down into her parted asshole and over my fingers, enabling me to thrust back and forth with a little less resistance than before. I’d had time for a quick shower as it was a warm day and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. The spoon in question was a sundae spoon. She was wearing a white tank top which seemed even tighter than her usual v-neck and a pleated skirt that evoked that 90’s Rachel Green look. Kara popped the lid on the coke bottle and slid it over to me.
