<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A pumpkin spice waffle came powdered in fine sugar with two pillows of butter, and Emma's mouth watered. A year ago this would have been the beginning and end of her food porn blog, a snapshot of something beautiful and tantalizing, but there was more to it now. She drew her legs up in the booth and sent out an open call for anyone, everyone, to come help her decorate it.<br/><br/>This waffle is kinda dry, cum glaze it for me!!!<br/><br/>Permission to defile her food was universal. It saved so much overhead on hiring boys specifically to fuck her sandwiches and cream in her coffee when strangers could be encouraged to do it for free. Regardless of race or creed or qualification, she welcomed all comers on this exciting journey with her.<br/><br/>The big strong boy out clearing dishes onto a push cart was the first one to take her invitation. His jeans sighed open and he let the beast out right over her pretty table, without pretense, in a city built from the ground up to accommodate perverts like the two of them. A meaty hand pressed to her workspace, and he loomed as though this act were just between he and her, but no, it was for the whole internet. He breathed, she pretended to work. The sex pheromone pushed through the fingers of his favored hand made her whole body buzz, buzz like a bee trapped in a cafe booth and wanting to escape this menacing situation, escape<em>escape <strong>escape</strong></em>- and then he erupted all over her poor waffle and saucer and her petite fingers, and her heart pattered. She wiped her digits with a paper napkin and took the first picture.<br/><br/>"Sweet."