Crema - Take Me Like Your Coffee 5
He always wanted to do it to her. Was he a monster? Maybe, but she enjoyed it and came for more.
“This is it,” Ray thought, admiring rich brown coffee dripping majestically into the pot. The coffee was beautiful, single origin of course, and smelt almost floral and fruity. Just perfect. Ray smiled and twirled his ironic mustache which according to his friends from Warsaw made him look like Polish nobility. Today was indeed the day. Alex, the only other person who was supposed to be at work in the morning, had just ca...