The bar patrons fill a glass with all their cum for Katherine to drink

What am I doing, what am I doing, what am I doing?

Nobody sees anything. I'm just going to my place.

Nothing's happening. Nothing.

Okay. Come on.

Sperm Did they think of me?

Did I make them come?

I'm their fantasy?

Is this the concentration of their attention to me?

Catherine spins the glass.

Inside her, two entities struggled.

One carried the glass.

She brought the glass not that far.

It's not that far to just look at him.

This fantasy is doomed to embody reality.

But she was wrong.

Deviant, exotic, exciting.

She's completely... She was everything.

It was the purest expression of pleasure.

A man's pleasure.

Her pleasure.

Swallow it and enjoy it.

No one will ever give such pleasure.

She's trying to study me.

Find out every detail that might bring me pleasure.

But this... This is fun.

Satisfaction made in a physical shell.

Proof that I did my job.

My job is to satisfy the customers.

She took a glass of her lips and slowly threw it over.

By licking every part of it, getting what she deserved with her tireless work for a long time.

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