<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>Sakurako<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Holy shit, are you serious?" Emma reached out for Sakurako's hand, eyes full of concern immediately. A switch was flipped. "Like some cult wackos? That's terrible." Her petite frown was scarcely intimidating, but she rallied all the fury she could on the poor girl's behalf. "Connecticut was pretty much catholic and protestant. Not violent. Just disapproving! I can't imagine. Are you okay? They didn't hurt you?"<br/><br/>Web design. That was a wholly different realm than waitressing, and if she were brutally honest, more to a stuttering introvert's skill set. Emma turned around her laptop for Sakurako to see, minimized the word document with her rambling notes on the taste of various delicacies once slathered in jism, and brought up her blog. "Hey I have a web presence, happenstance. Maybe you can do something with this." She brought up the back end for Sakurako to poke around in, and from then on was hands off. In her design she struggled to find a middle ground between cute and minimalist, Lisa Frank and sleek professional woman. Animated gifs were a guilty pleasure.<br/><br/>Emma did indulge in her guilty pleasures.<br/><br/>Fingers threaded the handle of her latte. She braced her elbows on the cafe table to bring its warmth carefully to her rosy, blushing face, blowing gingerly to keep the melty drips intact. This was her moment, tipping back the contents and drinking through a lip gloss kiss. The foam fizzed on her lip and salty water trickled down her throat before the injection of coffee-flavored semen. Little swallow, little swallow. She paused to gather her breath, and pink lips worked together to draw in the sticky ooey gooey strands. "Hmm." Ears hot, she took notes on her phone and the results could not but pop up on the linked laptop where Sakurako worked.<br/><br/>In my latte I taste the nastiest boys, tattoos and knife scars. They wake up angry with the world and take it out on my poor widdle espresso. She purrs, drowned in bitter cum and toffee nut but not broken. I've quieted a savage beast swallowing these fatty loads disguised in lacy foam, and it leaves me cozy with my own animal, powerful and ready to face the day. Come to Milk Maids if you want your mouth fucked by flavor. Love and kisses, happy holidays!!!<br/>-   5 / 5 stars.<br/><br/>"What do you think babe, can I hire you to sexy up my web design?"