ใ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ใ|ใ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฝ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ฝ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ใ| ใ15 IMGใ - Time passes as you sit in the booth and you start to wonder if the awkward owl girl was even real at all. You recount the day in your head and think of how everything seemed to be colored in grayscale before you entered this neon-lit, quirky dive bar. A small smile hops to your face as you pat yourself on the back for taking a risk, no matter how small, to break up the long line of average days that spanned your month. Suddenly, a voice interrupts your self validating thoughts and you jump. โPitcher of beer, coming right atchaโ!โ the lilting voice sings, rounding the corner with what looks to be a contender for the most unquenching drink youโve ever seen. ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ถ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ถ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ? You canโt bring yourself to say anything as Mokaโs eyes are completely lit up with joy at finally serving a customer that doesnโt also happen to insult her. You smile through tight lips and a silence fills the air as she sits there smiling blankly. If no thoughts, head empty were a person, youโd be looking right at her. โO-oh, right!โ, Moka clears her throat seemingly remembering sheโs a person, and picks up the pitcher of beer, going to pour it into your glass. You can see her twig arms struggle to hold it up without the assistance of her serving tray and she sticks her tongue out in concentration as she shakily brings it from the tray to the table. Before an offer of help can even begin to exit your mouth, the first slosh of beer tilts out of the pitcher. You close your eyes immediately, flinching and waiting for the foul liquid to splash you for the second time that night. But gravity appears to have had other plans. With your eyes still closed in fear filled anticipation, a loud feminine yelp fills the air and you assume Moka isnโt so lucky. You open your eyes to see her curvy form completely drenched in beer, her thin white tank top plastered to her perky breasts and clinging for life. Moka canโt even make eye contact with you, now completely flushed in the face, and biting her lip as her eyes well up with tears. โIโฆ.. I am soโฆโฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บโฆโ, she chokes out, looking like sheโs about to start blubbering with sobs. โPlease, you just canโt tell my boss. This would count as my third strike after earlier tonight and that would be the end of me working here.โ You can barely muster up the words to say anything, still ogling her chest through the now translucent tank top, her bra extremely visible through the useless fabric. Moka seems to take your silence and gawking as hesitation and she slams both arms on the table, her face now less than five inches away from yours. โ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จโฆโ, she lets out in an airy voice, and you can feel her delicate breath mingling against your lips now, her orange eyes staring you down with an emotion you canโt quite place. She sits back, maintaining eye contact, and before you can register whatโs happening she begins to peel away the soaking wet fabric from her skin to fully reveal her skimpy uniform sports bra. ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฆ๐ต'๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต. - Pictures are wet tshirt, beginning to strip, and lots of cameltoe sandwiched shorts... :3 Go ahead and let me know how you like them in the comments or in dms~ I love hearing about it <3 I hope you enjoyed this installment, things are about to get REAAAAALLY sexual as our dear protagonist tries to keep you from telling her boss, so this will be the last text post that isn't locked. :'D Check your DMs soon for a fun video of me... uh I mean, Moka, pouring beer all over my thin shirt and making me wet af. Read more
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