Barista, Part 2
Cum?
He was at work. The remains of the tan-soy-mocha-latte-with-whip were dripping over the counter-top, pooling on the floor.
Turner nervously fumbled for his trousers and hiked them up. His cock was rigid. It was also dripping cum.
He stepped back from the bar. Something really fucking weird was going on.
The slam of the back door made the youth spin on his heel. It opened a second time and Turner was able to spot a third man running towards the door, his hands at the waist of his pants, trying to keep them up, the belt and zipper obviously undone