Latte could tell Anon loved his drink, but she didn’t expect him to love it as much as she was quickly realizing. Trailing her eyes down, drinking in his toned, tantalizing figure, her eyes fixated on his now apparent bulge. The tent in his pants was clear as day, and impressive at that. The sight of it made her pussy gush with her arousal further, as her eyes went wide and she was nearly slack-jawed at what was before her. She did find Anon hot, and she’d be wrong to deny that she hadn’t spent a few lonely nights fantasizing about her lanky friend, but seeing the sheer size of his length within his trousers certainly added to her fantasies. 