Punishment and pussy worship were the last things Aubrey, the honey-haired housewife, ever thought she’d be associating with the stupid but cute barista at her local coffee shop. But one day, when he got her coffee order wrong for the third time in a row, she decided he needed to be taught a lesson.

As he handed her the incorrect drink, Aubrey looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I think you need a punishment.”

The barista looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Aubrey leaned in closer, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I mean, you’re going to spend the rest of your shift worshiping my pussy.”

The barista’s eyes widened, but Aubrey didn’t give him a chance to protest. She grabbed his hand and led him to the back room, where she proceeded to strip off her clothes and spread her legs wide.

“Get to work, it’s time for your pussy worship punishment to begin!” she commanded, and the barista, still in shock, obeyed.

He started by kissing her inner thighs, working his way closer and closer to her wet, aching pussy. Aubrey moaned as he finally made contact, his tongue flicking against her clit.

She grabbed the back of his head and ground her wet gash against his face, relishing in the feeling of his stubble scratching against her sensitive skin. The barista, still in a daze, continued to eat her out, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy, worship the only thing on his mind.

Aubrey came hard, her orgasm ripping through her body. She looked down at the barista, who was still between her legs, and smiled.

“Good boy,” she said, patting his head. “Now get back to work.”

The barista, still in shock, obeyed, continuing to worship Aubrey’s perfect pussy for the rest of his shift. And Aubrey, satisfied with her punishment, sipped her coffee and watched him, a smirk on her face. She knew that her coffee order would never be mixed up again thanks to her pussy worship punishment!

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