Spindly fingers moved like spider legs to find the perfect grasp of his cappuccino. His lonely eyes prohibited the slightest wriggle in the still, foam mountaintop as he brought the cup toward his lips at a snails pace. His nostrils flared. Oh, how he wanted to ravage this prissy, sexy beast. Desperately. But he’d trained himself to wait knowing how much better it tasted after deprivation.
The tip of his tongue quietly licked just below the white foam while the aroma teased his senses. Pulling back with the tiniest smile, he puckered his lips for a kiss and white mustache.
The tip of his tongue quietly licked just below the white foam while the aroma teased his senses. Pulling back with the tiniest smile, he puckered his lips for a kiss and white mustache.
