I looked down—her panties were soaked with my pre-cum now, the fabric clinging to her skin. I was getting hard again, fast. She was something else. The way her ass jiggled when she rode me, the way she took me… Kayla was built like a fantasy—curves for days, hips that swayed, that massive ass I couldn't stop grabbing.

"Hey," I said, voice low. "S-so… I think I deserve a reward, no?"

Kayla chuckled, finishing the coffee pour. "I think so."

"Uuh… well, I've had this fantasy for a long time," I admitted, still rubbing my cock between her cheeks. "It's… kinda weird."

She crossed her fingers behind her back, playful. "God, please not anything too weird. Not anything weird. Not anything weird."

"I… just," I cleared my throat, heart pounding. "Since you're making coffee… can I… uh… cum in your cup? And watch you drink it?"

She froze. Eyes wide. The room went silent. I stopped moving, cock still pressed against her. At least twenty seconds passed, and it felt like twenty minutes. God, I was an idiot. Why the fuck did I say that? I wanted to vanish. Rewind time. Anything.

Kayla shrugged, exhaling slow. She stared at the counter a moment, then turned to look at me—face calm, not disgusted.

"At least it's not something with kids or non-consensual stuff," she said finally.

"Jesus, Kayla—what the fuck!"

"Fine," she said, smirking now. "I'll do it. Once. ONCE, Evan. But you owe me."

"What's the price?"

"I do the same," she said, eyes glinting. "I cum in your coffee. Then we're even."

"Uh…" I blinked. "Don't get me wrong, but… my cum's kinda still swimming inside you. I don't wanna taste myself."

"I'll shower and clean up first," she said. "Deal?"

For 999 EXP and 250 credits?

I exhaled. "Deal."

She smirked wider. "Alright. Wait for me on the living room couch. I'm coming with my coffee."

I walked to the living room, the short hallway feeling longer than it should. My pulse hammered in my ears, cock already stirring at the thought of what was coming. I dropped onto the couch, legs spread, trying to play it cool even though my mind was racing.

Kayla followed a minute later, her mug in hand, steam curling up. She set it down on the coffee table with care, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Then she sat right next to me—close, thigh pressed to thigh, heat radiating off her skin.

Without a word, her hand slid into my pants, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking slow and firm from the base up.

"Fuck," I groaned, head falling back against the couch. "Just like that…"

She smirked, pumping me steady, thumb teasing the head on every upstroke, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking. "Love how you get hard for me so fast… throbbing in my hand already. Big cock twitching… you're gonna fill my coffee good, aren't you? Gonna give me all that thick cum to drink."

"Yeah," I rasped, thrusting into her grip. "Gonna watch you swallow every drop… love how dirty you are for me."

She leaned closer, breath hot on my neck, hand twisting just right. "Mmm… can't wait to taste you. Hot, salty cum mixing with my coffee… gonna sip it slow while you watch. You love that, don't you? Me jerking you off like this, knowing I'm gonna drink your load straight from the mug."

She shifted even closer on the couch, her bare thigh pressing harder against mine. I slid my free hand down, gripping her thick thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, fingers digging in deep enough to make her gasp.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, hips bucking into her strokes. "Stroke me harder… milk it out for your coffee."

Kayla leaned in fully now, lips brushing my ear, then trailing down to my neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Her free hand rested on my chest, nails scraping through my shirt as she pumped me faster, wrist twisting on every upstroke.

I groaned, hand sliding higher on her thigh, squeezing harder, pulling her leg over mine so she was half-straddling me on the couch. "Your thighs… so thick… love grabbing them while you jerk me."

She moaned softly against my neck, biting lightly. "Mmm… squeeze harder. Love when you manhandle me… makes me wet thinking about drinking your cum."

I gripped both thighs now, kneading the flesh, spreading them wider as she stroked. My other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss—tongues sliding, messy and hungry, her moans vibrating into my mouth.

She broke the kiss just enough to whisper, "Feel that? My hand owning this cock… getting you ready to shoot. Your balls are so heavy… gonna make my coffee creamy. You want me to taste you, don't you? Want me to swallow your cum like a good girl while it's still warm."

I thrust harder into her fist, kissing her again, biting her lower lip. "Yes—fuck—love your hand… love how you work me. Gonna fill that mug… watch you drink it all."

She kissed down my jaw, hand flying faster, slick with pre-cum. "Throb for me… leak more… I want it thick and hot in my coffee. Gonna stir it with my finger and taste you slow… swallow every drop while you watch me be your dirty little cumslut."

The words, her hand, her kisses—pleasure coiled tight.

"Close—" I grunted.

She stopped stroking, stood fast, pulling me up with her. "Not yet. Stand."

I stood, legs shaky, cock throbbing in the air.

Kayla grabbed her mug off the table, knelt in front of me, holding it right under my cock like an offering.

"Cum for me," she purred, hand flying again, stroking fast. "Fill my coffee… make it taste like you."

I couldn't hold it.

I groaned loud, hips jerking as I came—thick ropes shooting out hard, the first splattering straight into the mug, swirling white in the dark coffee. Pulse after pulse, I emptied, her hand milking me through it, aiming perfectly—some hitting the rim and dripping in, others landing direct, the mug filling with my load until it was visibly creamy.

When I finished, panting hard, body still twitching from the intensity, she stirred it slowly with her finger—eyes locked on mine, that teasing smirk playing on her lips as she swirled the thick white ropes through the dark coffee. The mug looked obscene, creamy swirls floating on top, the scent of fresh brew mixing with something far more primal.

She brought it to her mouth, blowing softly on the surface, then took a small, hesitant sip—lips wrapping around the rim, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on the edge.

Her brows lifted immediately, surprise flashing across her face. She paused, savoring it, eyes half-closing as she swallowed slow, throat working visibly.

"Huh… not bad," she said, voice low and husky, licking her lips clean with deliberate slowness. "I swear, your cum is… different, Evan. Something's wrong with you." She took a bigger sip this time, moaning softly as it went down, the sound vibrating straight to my cock. "Fuck… it's nearly good. Nearly addictive. Warm, thick… tastes like you."

She tilted the mug, taking a longer drink now, eyes never leaving mine, a thin trail of mixed coffee and cum glistening on her lower lip before her tongue swept it away.

"God, look at you watching me," she purred, voice dripping with heat. "You love this, don't you? Your girl drinking your load like it's cream in her coffee… swallowing every bit while it's still hot from your cock."

I groaned, cock twitching hard again at the sight. "Fuck yes… keep drinking it. Taste me… moan for me while you do."

She did—another deep sip, moaning louder this time, the sound raw and needy. "Mmm… so filthy… but so good. Your cum makes it better… sweeter somehow. I could get used to this."

She finished the mug in slow, teasing swallows, tilting it back until the last drop slid onto her tongue. She licked the rim clean, eyes dark with satisfaction, then set it down empty.

"Every drop," she whispered, crawling closer, lips brushing my ear. "Swallowed your cum like a good girl… just for you."

I collapsed back onto the couch fully, watching her, cock throbbing painfully at the sight.

Fuuck. Damn. What a sight.

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Quest Completed

Title: Extra Cream

Reward: 999 EXP ┃ 250c

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She smirked then, eyes glinting with that playful heat, and began walking toward the bathroom, hips swaying just enough to make it deliberate. "Do you accept an audience?" I called after her.

Kayla glanced back over her shoulder. "Sure, handsome." She set her empty mug on the kitchen counter with a soft clink and kept going.

I followed, pulse quickening again.

The bathroom was small but clean—white tiles, a glass shower enclosure fogged from her earlier quick rinse, a single overhead light casting warm shadows. The mirror was still steamy in patches, the air thick with the scent of her body wash.

Kayla stepped into the shower, turning on the water. It hissed to life, steam rising fast. She hooked her thumbs into her soaked panties—the only thing she was still wearing—and slid them down her thick thighs, kicking them aside. The fabric landed wet on the floor, heavy with my cum.

She stepped under the spray, water cascading over her curves, running down her full tits, her belly, between her legs. She tilted her head back, letting it soak her hair, then looked at me through the glass.

I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching every move.

Kayla smiled slow, knowing exactly what she was doing. She grabbed the body wash, lathered her hands, and started on her tits—slow circles, squeezing them together, nipples hardening under her palms. Water sluiced between them, dripping down.

She glanced at me, biting her lip. "Like the show?"

I didn't answer—just watched, cock stirring again.

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