Screw it—that was all that ran through Latte’s mind. She was already here, Anon’s cock was out in all its glory, and she was too horny to give a damn anymore. Summoning magic into her horn, she flipped the coffee shop’s sign to closed, shut the blinds, and began to trot around the counter. Each step she took felt like it took an eternity, as her pussy begged to be sated, her lips were ready, and she grew ever closer towards Anon. 