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Set #123 Cass Hamada's Cafe Comfort (98 Images)
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 02:00:05 +0000 UTCCass Hamada - Cafe Comfort
The café was closed, the sign flipped, the lights low, but she was still here.
Cass leaned over the counter, her apron hanging loose from one shoulder, the top button of her blouse undone. “You sticking around for company… or hoping for dessert?” she asked, voice dipped in velvet, laced with heat.
You chuckled, pretending calm, but your eyes kept drifting, her cleavage peeking through the gap in her blouse, the way her thighs pressed tight under that tight jeans she only wore when she wanted tips a little too generous.
She smirked when she caught your stare. “I knew it,” she whispered. “I always knew you were watching me.”
Cass rounded the counter. Her hips swayed, teasingly slow, as she came to stand between your legs. Her hands pressed to your chest, then slid down, confident, practiced. “You always looked so sweet. But I think underneath that smile, you're dying to ruin me.”
You reached for her, but she grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the chair’s arms. “Uh-uh,” she purred, lowering herself to straddle your lap. Her warm thighs pressed around you, body flush against yours.
“I’ve had a long day,” she murmured into your ear, breath hot. “How about you let me unwind... by riding your cock like the bad girl I pretend I’m not?”
Cass kissed you hard, nothing gentle, nothing slow. Her lips tasted like coffee and heat and something craving. She ground her hips down against your crotch, your penis already aching under her. She moaned softly when she felt it.
Her fingers tugged her blouse open, then slipped your hand underneath, pressing it to her roound breasts, soft, warm, her nipples already stiff under the bra.
“Touch me, baby. You earned it,” she whispered.
You cupped her, then slid the bra aside and pinched her nipples. She gasped, then chuckled into your neck. “Mmm… yeah, just like that…”
Her hands were already working your pants open, your cock springing free. Cass’s breath caught, eyes dropping to it like candy. “God… I forgot how thick you are.”
She lowered herself slowly, rubbing her pussy against your cock, wet already, the heat soaking through. “I want it all,” she hissed, grinding until you both were trembling. “Right now.”
Cass sank down with a long, guttural moan as your cock slid deep into her. She clung to your shoulders, hips bucking hard, slow at first, then faster, more desperate.
You watched her lose control, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her face flushed and eyes glazed with lust. “Yes, fuck I needed this so bad…” she whined, rolling her hips in practiced circles, squeezing you tight inside.
She leaned close, lips brushing your ear. “You feel how wet I am for you?” she whispered. “Every time you come by for coffee, I imagine this… you filling me up right behind the counter like a filthy little regular…”
Your hands gripped her waist, thrusting up into her, harder, deeper. She cried out, her back arching, thighs trembling. Her nails dug into your chest.
“Don’t hold back, cum inside me, baby—give me all that sweet cream…”
You slammed into her one last time, buried deep as your cock twitched, thick cum flooding her tight pussy. Cass shuddered, gasping as she felt it spill into her, the orgasm making her moan uncontrollably.
“Mmm so much... you really missed me, huh?” she teased, body trembling as she clung to you.
Your hands slid down to her hips, holding her in place as the last pulses spilled into her, leaking out around your cock. She didn’t move, just stayed there, stuffed full, warm and satisfied, her messy thighs straddling you.
Cass exhaled, then smiled. “Next time you want coffee… don’t bother ordering.”
Comments
Lobo 83
Con una tía así, ¿quién se escaparía de noche?
MARK BRADFORD
Customer service is 10/10😏🔥🔥🔥
