We sat at our usual corner table where we met every Friday to smoke and drink coffee and catch up on each other’s lives or just make each other laugh.More often than not though these days, my mind would begin to wander and I would become lost in my very own cinematic thoughts of what it would bahis siteleri be like to taste her. To run my tongue over her soft velvet thighs slowly as if reading braille, then finally I’d press my face against her glistening treasure, inhaling deeply until I memorized her desire.My eyes would canlı bahis siteleri burn into hers and she would know my love and lust. I’d slide my tongue as deep as I could possibly get it. French kissing her cunt as my fingers strummed her clit.Her moans would sound like an erotic Mozart canlı bahis Concerto in my ears as her climax reached a crescendo and baptized my face in her delicious juices and finally we would be one.”Are you okay?” I heard her say. “Your cigarette is out and you have a far-off look on your face,” she said.I felt myself begin to blush. “Sorry, I was checking out that barista over there,” I said making up the quickest lie I could possibly think of before taking a sip of my now cold coffee and lighting another cigarette.