Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nascosta

She knew what his orgasm felt like, the pulse of his blood as he came, the way he turned boneless for a moment after.

She knew how the heft of his heavy sac felt in her hands, knew how much pull he enjoyed on his hot testicles before his muscles would tighten knew the spot on his cockhead where he was most sensitive, knew how tight her hands needed to be to make him low deeply. “Word on the street is you’re going to turn into one of these twists.” Their situation was ridiculous, Violet considered as he clucked his tongue. Her cup was plugged with a steam keeper, a stack of napkins sat between the plates with both a knife and fork. “The coffee order just came up a minute ago, so it should still be hot.” “I wasn’t sure what you might like, so help yourself to both.” A chocolate croissant dusted with powdered sugar sat on one of two plates in the center of the table, and on the other Violet recognized one of the caramel pecan twists he’d ordered several weeks earlier. “I have a sweet tooth,” he’d announced when she first slid into the chair across from him, tucked into a corner of the always-busy shop. He’d not released her as the conversation shifted, and the gentle, velvet pressure of his thumb circling on the inside of her wrist was driving her to dizzy distraction. Rourke had taken her hand in his when her voice had hitched, telling him of the final days spent with her aunt in the hospital enfolding it in his giant palm in the center of the small table as tears spilled over her lashes, recounting the funeral and the days that had followed. She recognized the lab coat-wearing orc at the table across from theirs from her previous visits, laughing with a human woman in scrubs not unlike those she wore at the farm, and somewhere behind them a harpy cackled. Around them, the Black Sheep Beanery buzzed with its normal hustle and bustle of patrons gossiping in clusters and jockeying for space. The soft pressure of his thumb was driving her crazy.

Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nascosta