The afternoon crowd is wild. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.
I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.
Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.
When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.
I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.
When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.
























