I looked down—her panties were soaked with my pre-cum now, the fabric clinging to her skin. I was getting hard again, fast. She was something else. The way her ass jiggled when she rode me, the way she took me… Kayla was built like a fantasy—curves for days, hips that swayed, that massive ass I couldn't stop grabbing.
"Hey," I said, voice low. "S-so… I think I deserve a reward, no?"
Kayla chuckled, finishing the coffee pour. "I think so."
"Uuh… well, I've had this fantasy for a long time," I admitted, still rubbing my cock between her cheeks. "It's… kinda weird."
She crossed her fingers behind her back, playful. "God, please not anything too weird. Not anything weird. Not anything weird."
"I… just," I cleared my throat, heart pounding. "Since you're making coffee… can I… uh… cum in your cup? And watch you drink it?"
