Make her frappucino a fapuccino

Pulling your massive cock out of her cute face, you grab the ice cold frappe and hand it to her.

Instinctually, the hot teen girl grabs the frappucino in one hand, and grabs your cock in the other. She points your cock at the drink and jerks you off hard and fast.

"Yeah, you wanna cum? You wanna feed me your hot cum? You wanna cum in my fucking frappucino and make me drink it? Yeah?"

Her egging you on is too much for you to handle. You cum hard, your cock shooting thick, white ropes into the small entrance of frappe, covering the whipped cream and instantly overflowing out of the cup.

"Oh, fuck Daddy!" she moans, milking your cock with her hand. "Give me that creamy load! Make this tight little teenager eat your hot Daddy cum!"

Your cock shoots a final few ropes as she jerks you off, and she slows down as you come to. When you open your eyes, you see that her frappucino is drenched in thick, white cum. Her hand and wrist have some ropes of cum, too.

The girl, whose name you don't even know, looks between you and the cum-covered drink, totally shocked at the volume of semen.

"Holy shit, that's so much fucking cum." Her mouth is agape in awe. She puts her other hand below to catch the cum dripping to the ground. "I mean.... thanks, dude. But like, you're just a stranger. You didn't even have to do this for me."

You grin at her in pride. "It was my pleasure."

She gives a happy little gasp, then she starts cleaning off the drink with her mouth. "Sherioshly, shanks sho mush," she slurps. *GULP* "I really mean it. I worship cock, and it's not everyday that I get to be blessed with so much semen and--" *SHLURP* *GULP* "--your cum tastes so fucking good and the texture is so nice and..."

She pauses nervously. "Sorry if this is rude, and it's totally cool if you say no, but could I have your number? I'd... really like to worship your cock again and drink your cum."

"It's a date," you say.

She squeals in delight and gives you her phone. You punch in your digits as she sips her cum-filled drink.

Her friend Samantha looks you up and down with a condescending smirk, saying nothing. Crudely making a move on her, you say, "How about you? Give me your number, we'll hook up sometime."

Barely holding back her disdain, Samantha spits back, "Yeah no, I have a boyfriend," and she pulls her friend away.

Whatever, you think.

As they leave through the door, you give the facefucked girl a firm smack on the ass. She giggles and blows you a kiss. "I'll call you later, Daddy."