They head over to Richard's Shop, but don't quite make it.

Sarah walks back over to the table where Emily is waiting. Emily looks to have finished off her coffee. The gorgeous brunette is staring off into space as Sarah comes up behind her and gently rests a slim hand on her friends shoulder.

Emily shivers at Sarah's touch. Her lips part, and the sound of a small gasp escapes them. Her light brown skin appears flush and vibrant with life and unbeknownst to Sarah, intense nearly crippling arousal. The Pakistani woman is so horny right now, she would jump on the male barista, tear open his pants, slip aside the thin material of her increasingly moist panties, rub her slit along the tip of his hardening cock, and lower herself as slow as she could manage to savor inch after incredible inch of his breeding tool as she allowed it to claim her tight, slick and steaming breeder hole.

She wanted to ride that pole, grinding her hips against him. Her moaning would be loud as she leaked her juices over that cock. Each wiggle and every bounce would bring him closer and closer, his testes would raise closer to his body, the scrotum tightening as they prepared for their release. She would reach down, her gentle fingers massaging the flesh, encouraging him to make as big of a load for her as possible... and he certainly would be trying to accommodate her as his own instincts would be to give her exactly what she seemed to want.

They would both be working together by now to encourage his release. Whether or not they wanted to take a chance for conceiving, that would be the goal of both of their subconscious as their bodies performed the most intimate of dances. His nostrils would flare, sweat would bead, and he would groan as he inched ever closer.

The Pakistani woman's breathing would increase until she was panting in her heat. Everything would build until... suddenly, her muscles would seize. Emily's body would tighten up, the strong muscles of her pussy would ripple around her lovers penis - final encouragement - as a moan of intense passion would emanate from her open mouth. This would send the male over the edge as his member swelled in size, stretching her open. He would thrust upwards as she would push herself down and this would firmly press the engorged glans against her soft and pliable cervix. The gooey egg-white of her mucous, the perfect environment for the friendly invaders imminently to be released...

That first spurt. It would be all that was necessary to send her over the edge again as she would rapid fire multi-orgasm. Each pulse of that cock would send wave after wave of life creating seed into her deepest parts. Neither of them would know just how true that was until months later, after Emily had rushed to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach into the porcelain throne. She would go to the doctor for some life changing news...

Emily shakes her head to come back somewhere resembling reality. Would she really do that right now she wondered? Could she really take a cock right now? ... and why the thoughts of pregnancy? That was... odd...

An unintentionally sultry smile slid across her face as she turned to Sarah and the sudden urge to embrace her friend came over her. Her arms encircled the gorgeous blonde and she closed her eyes as her head tilted slightly. With her lips parted slightly, Emily pressed her mouth to the surprised Sarah's and they kissed. Both women moaning quietly as Emily stood perplexed in the other woman's embrace. Eventually, she would relax and her own arms would slide across the Pakistani woman's hips. The soft skin of their thighs would rub together under their clothes. This would keep them from dripping their arousal all over the floor... for now.

As they finished the kiss and separated, both women were breathing heavily.

"So... um... shall we?" Sarah almost stuttered out.

Emily nodded slowly and slid her hand into Sarah's. They walked out of the coffee shop.

Behind the counter, the barista was immensely grateful for the counter. His erection was almost splitting his jeans beneath his apron.