The Futa Barista: A Fertile Futa on Female Fantasy

Overview

It's like she's taunting me. Each day at the café I notice the bulge waiting for me in her jeans. The kind women usually don't have. It's impossible to miss, and I can't take my eyes off of it. It's so huge... Could it even enter me? What is she going to do when she finds out I know? Take me? Fill me up? I hope so. My coworker tells me that she's a futa. If that's true, then there's nothing more I want than for her to get in bed with me. And show me exactly what she keeps hidden underneath her clothes.