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Stacy — Coffee shop moments (1)
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2025-07-27 08:52:35Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink?
One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over. Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I still chose this.<
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His Mafia Princess Stacy — Coffee shop moments (1)
Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink? One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over. Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I still chose this.
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Who else would I have said it to? (3)
An hour ago, we had no clue what to do after hearing about the manhunt. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Grandpa Kendrick. And here we were, on a private jet, sipping champagne. Grandpa Kendrick insisted on having us picked up when he learned about our predicament. He said he will meet us at his estate in New York, where we would be his guests while he made arrangements for us to leave the country. It was a quick, no questions asked, call. I wondered if Jenny had called ahead to prepare him. "So Europe," I said, bringing up the topic of not just going on the run, but leaving the country. Scott set his glass down, turned to me and took my hands in his. "I need to be perfectly clear about something," he said, looking far too serious for my liking. I knew last night meant no more giving him outs in case he thought that meant I didn't want him. Of course, if he did
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Who else would I have said it to? (2)
"You're letting Jeff into your head, even after he left us all high and dry seven years ago," Willow yelled back, clearly holding on to some of her own shit. Feeling guilty for causing unrest in Scott's family and for being about to take him away, I said, "Please stop arguing. I'm really sorry for what's about to happen, but I promise I will love him always." Lisa immediately turned away from Willow, my words having alarmed her into facing me once more. "What's about to happen?" she asked, her voice laced with panic and fear. Feeling like it wasn't my place to tell them, I tried to explain myself instead. "I know I'm wrong for him. He's the man I love. With my background, obviously I tried to leave him behind. Many times. He won't let me. If I were just another girl to him, if I thought for a second that it was just me that couldn't survive without him, I swear I'd leave him. I'd
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Who else would I have said it to? (1)
If I died after waking up next to him that morning, it'd have been with a smile on my face. We hadn't been asleep for nearly long enough, so I didn't know what I was doing with my eyes open, but I just couldn't keep them off him. "Time to get ready. Shower's free," said Willow, her fist pounding on the bedroom door, bringing me back to my senses. "Be right out," I said, right before he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "Loud. Sleeping here," he mumbled into my hair. "I guess I'll go and shower first," I whispered, lying perfectly still as his warmth enveloped me while he spooned me. "Now you're just being a tease. Like I'm going to miss that," he said, coming alive slowly, nuzzling my neck. "We'll shower soon." "There absolutely will be no we in that shower. I'm fucking sore all over. Have some shame," I chastised him. "Like you did
His Mafia Princess Scott — Sexathon (2)
I sent her upstairs ahead of me so I could clean up after us and get my head on straight. Once was one thing, but I'd already fucked her four times tonight. We couldn't fuck all night here. She was just so good at getting into my head and making me hard when she got like this. That plus the relief and joy I felt after talking to her made it hard to think straight. "She's just a girl, Scott. It's just pussy. Women related to you can hear her, for fuck's sake. Grow a pair and tell her to fucking go to sleep," I said to myself as I stood in front of the door to my room twenty minutes later. When I opened the door, my big speech went out the window as I stared at her ass and gulped. "Shit," I said, my hand going down to my dick. Just as I thought, I was semi hard. Well fuck me, who wouldn't be? She was on all fours. I don't know how I made it to the bedside, but her breasts were dangling from her chest and my eyes were glue
His Mafia Princess Scott — Sexathon (1)
After she rode my dick and got a second load of come in her pussy, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked pussy did I speak. "What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her pussy. "This is called fucking, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft dick. "Baby you're exhausted and you've already been fucked three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her pussy anymore than hers stopped working my dick. I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little. Until her sultry voice said, "That's hardly anything. You didn't stop touching me in that hotel room" and she kissed her way down my bod
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