Aria Valencia kneels behind the counter and pulls Hazel Moore’s apron aside, her tongue working deep while Hazel grips the edge of the espresso machine. Hazel’s soft moans echo through the empty cafe as Aria’s fingers slide in and out, her other hand holding Hazel’s thigh open. The two stay locked together in the daylight, Hazel’s head tilting back, lost in the slow, wet rhythm.
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