Give Sabrina the coffee

You pass the cup of coffee back to Sabrina and she cringes before finally taking it. She brings the coffee up to her chest, but hesitates to pour. She bends down and hands you her dress.

“I don’t want to get it wet…” she explains and you agree to take it.

She holds the coffee up to her chest again and waits for you to have a last second change of heart. You look around to see if anyone is going to peek their head over the cubicles, then you clear your throat. Someone lets out a cough in response.

This jolts Sabrina into action! She spills the coffee all over her petite breasts and cups them to keep the liquid from dropping onto the carpet. Doing her best to keep the office a clean environment, she rubs the excess liquid into her skin, up and down her belly and when that’s not enough, up and down her long slender legs as well. By the end, her pale porcelain skin looks as if it was coated with tanner.

“Happy?” Sabrina hisses at you, crouched in the corner with her arms out, still dripping despite her best efforts.

“Not really… I didn’t even get to taste any of the coffee,” you reply ruefully.

Sabrina cups her tits as a sarcastic offering. You raise your eyebrow in response. Again, Sabrina realizes the folly in her actions. You wiggle your finger for her to come over. She sighs to herself and looks around before stepping towards you.

Despite her protests, you can sense her arousal over the whole situation. Her face is bright pink and her breathing is haggard as she leans in over your office chair and dangles her coffee coated tits over your face. “Hoo boy! That’s going to keep you going for the next hour at least,” you comment after getting a whiff of the strong coffee scent.

You tilt your head upwards and hold out your tongue, dragging it up from the base of her soft mound, stopping at the tip. You do this one by one for each breast and clean off a good patch of her skin. She lets out a soft sigh as you brush your tongue along her delicate skin. You suck in her teat and nibble on it slightly, making her groan softly and grip your arms that are resting on the armrests.

You want to do more, but you also don’t want to risk Sabrina getting caught. You pull away and she quickly steps back, covering herself, self-consciously. You grin smugly as you pass her dress back. She slips it on, grimacing over getting coffee stains on it as it hugs her skin. She needs your help to zip the back.

“Next visit, I’ll bring hand sanitizer,” Sabrina huffs, fidgeting in her now soiled clothing. “So, can I go and wash up and get back to work now, or was there anything else you wanted?”