Feeling her bosoms lose some tension, having added an adequate volume of her milk to Anon’s drink, Latte took a deep breath. One part of her self-indulgent act was done, but now came the next. Working furiously to ignore her hungrily winking snatch, her tits tingling with pleasure, Latte slowly levitated the cup back over the counter. Placing it down, she nudged it towards Anon, smiling up at him with a hue of red spread across her cheeks.