The Elegance of lupo p orno

In lupo p orno, barista Chloe locks the café door after closing and invites her favorite regular onto the counter. Espresso scent lingers as whipped cream becomes body paint in lupo p orno. She licks it from his chest before he returns the favor between her thighs. The cold marble contrasts with their heat in lupo p orno, her apron the only thing left on. They grind together like beans in a burr mill until the steamer’s hiss is drowned out by her climax echoing through the empty shop in lupo p orno.