Anon’s words rang in Latte’s ears, sending her mind racing. Blowing him in her own shop was contrarian to her ideals as is, but she had said screw it then. She wasn’t an overtly debaucherous mare, but what reason did she have to not say screw it again? She had an impressive ass on her, a thick cock between her cheeks, and a carnal need that was clouding her highly kept value of self worth, she grumbled.