starbucks

I pushed open the door to the Starbucks on Melrose, the afternoon sun still warm on my back from the shoot. My charcoal tank clung to my skin, damp along the deep grooves of my abs, and my black shorts rode low on my hips. Flip-flops slapped softly against the tile as I ordered an iced oat-milk...

Who in the Bay is down to come to my Starbucks while I’m working and get sucked off in the private bathroom we have before I have my last shift? I also am down to meet up with People in the Santa Clara, Downtown San Jose and Willow Glen Area :)