Teaching sweet innocent twink the art of handjob
Anonymous
That boy. He came into my coffee shop one day pulled a stool out from under the counter and sat with his chin resting on his hand. Looking at me with wide dark eyes he smiled slightly. I was busy distracted. I turned off the steamer but forgot to wipe the handle. In the midst of filling another order I asked him what he wanted.
I made him a mocha decorated with whipped cream and thin shavings of chocolate embarrassing myself by serving him before I finished with the people before him. I sang along with the music playing over the speakers trying valiantly to ignore him. Sneaking glances out of the corner of my eye I took in every detail of the boy s appearance. He ate the whipped cream off his drink with a spoon parting his full pink lips to let the white froth into his mouth suggestive almost trashy. He had short bleached hair tipped with bright blue Continue reading »
