The bell above the door jingled as Miin Miin stepped inside, her yoga pants clinging to every curve like they were painted on. Vern’s eyes flicked up from the counter, his breath catching. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a teenager’s wet dream—tiny waist, round ass that swayed with every step, and a sports bra so tight it might as well have been painted on too. But the scent—fuck, that scent. Like warm vanilla and something musky, something that made his cock twitch in his jeans.
She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of sweat across her flushed cheek. “Hey, Vern,” she said, voice soft but playful. “Usual, please.”
Vern forced himself to breathe. “You got it.” His fingers fumbled with the coffee machine, but his mind was elsewhere. Every time she came in, she smelled like that—like sex waiting to happen. Like something untouched and sweet, something he wanted to ruin.
She leaned against the counter, stretching her arms overhead with a little groan. The motion made her tits press against the tight fabric of her bra, and Vern’s cock hardened so fast it ached. He swallowed hard, trying to play it cool. “Rough day?”
Miin Miin laughed, a sound that was way too innocent for how fucking hot she was. “Just yoga. You know how it is.” She turned her head to glance out the window, and her ponytail—thick and dark—swept across Vern’s face like a whip.
Something in him snapped.
Before he could think, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist. “Come with me,” he growled, dragging her toward the back hallway where the single-stall bathroom was. She yelped, stumbling after him, but he didn’t stop until he shoved her inside and locked the door behind them.
Miin Miin’s eyes widened, but there was no fear in them—just curiosity, and something else. Something hungry. “Vern, what the—”
He didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed into hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. She gasped, but then her hands were on his chest, gripping his shirt like she was trying to pull him closer. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of whatever fruity shit she’d put in her coffee. It was intoxicating.
His fingers tangled in her ponytail, yanking her head back just enough to expose the delicate line of her throat. He kissed down her neck, nipping at the pulse point before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She moaned, her nails digging into his arms. “Fuck, Vern—”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he spun her around, shoving her against the sink. The mirror reflected her flushed face, her wide eyes, the way her lips were already swollen from his kisses. His hands slid down her body, gripping the waistband of her yoga pants and yanking them down in one rough motion.
Miin Miin’s breath hitched as her bare ass pressed against the cool porcelain of the sink. Vern dropped to his knees behind her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs before spreading them apart. She was already wet—soaked, practically dripping—and the scent of her arousal hit him like a punch to the gut.
He didn’t waste time. His tongue flicked over her slit, lapping at her like a starving man. She cried out, her hands slapping against the mirror as she arched her back. “Oh fuck—Vern, I’m gonna—”
He didn’t let her finish. His fingers joined his tongue, two of them sliding inside her as he sucked hard on her clit. She came with a scream, her body trembling as she squirted all over his face. He lapped it up, groaning against her pussy as she rode out the orgasm, her thighs shaking.
But he wasn’t done.
Before she could catch her breath, he stood up, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans down just enough to free his cock. It was hard as steel, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Miin Miin turned around, her eyes dark with desire as she reached back to spread her ass cheeks for him. “Fuck me, Vern. Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined himself up with her entrance, then pushed inside in one brutal thrust. She was tight—so fucking tight—and he had to bite back a groan as she clenched around him. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, her tits jiggling with every rough pump of his hips.
“You like that?” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You like my cock splitting you open?”
She moaned, her head falling forward as she pushed back against him. “Yes—fuck, yes, Vern, don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He fucked her like a man possessed, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. His hand snaked around to pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her sports bra, twisting just hard enough to make her yelp. “You’re mine right now,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “All mine.”
She came again, her pussy clamping down on his cock so hard he nearly blacked out. He felt her gush around him, her juices coating his shaft as he kept pounding into her. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
With a growl, he pulled out, leaving her trembling and whimpering. Before she could protest, he spun her around and pushed her onto her knees. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
She obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting as he guided his cock between them. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. Vern groaned, his fingers tangling in her ponytail as he fucked her throat. “That’s it,” he panted. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
She moaned around him