The Waitress, the Biker and the Cuckold
By smallerDdesire. [google-translator] I could see her quite plainly through one of the restaurant’s big plate glass windows facing the parking lot. She laughed a bit as she poured the hot black coffee into a customer’s cup. She was good at her job, always knowing just how much or how little to flirt with a man to get the best tip. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I saw the truck driver-type customer smile and chuckle.
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