confessions of a prostitute: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Triumph

In confessions of a prostitute, barista Chloe locks the café door after closing and invites her favorite regular onto the counter. Espresso scent lingers as whipped cream becomes body paint in confessions of a prostitute. She licks it from his chest before he returns the favor between her thighs. The cold marble contrasts with their heat in confessions of a prostitute, her apron the only thing left on. They grind together like beans in a burr mill until the steamer’s hiss is drowned out by her climax echoing through the empty shop in confessions of a prostitute.