𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏.

“I-I think so.” She shrugged now sipping her own coffee, her tits slightly exposed from the zipper on her suit being low.

“Barry!” She squeaked at the slap to her ass, she didn’t know he was into her like that. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Please.

She’s pouring the sugar in along with the coffee, soon adding the water and milk. “Here you go.”

She could use a massage.

A hard day’s work, she’s sore.

How many?

Any sugars?

Making coffee. . .