One woman, strong black coffee and...
It had been a long, difficult day for the smartly dressed woman who stepped into her favourite coffee shop on the way home. As always, she used caffeine to unwind and she waited patiently in the queue at the counter waiting for her turn to be served. At last, although no more than a few minutes, the Barrista looked at her. “Good evening,” he smiled, recognising her instantly, “Black eye?” ...Read On
Added: 06 Jun 2015 | Category: Lesbian |
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