Hunt4k Full Face of Cum after Coffee with a Stranger

She stared at her phone, thumb poised, the unacknowledged messages glowing dimly, like a hum in the background. Her coffee had long since gone cold, yet she kept clutching the cup, a mindless distraction for idle hands. He was late again - no text, no excuse, just an expanding silence that pressed against her chest. From the adjacent corner, the man at the table stood, his movements deliberate as he approached. Without asking, he slid into the seat across from her, placing his wallet on the table and meeting her gaze with calm, unwavering eyes. The bill lay there, an implicit invitation. Her pulse quickened, her instincts flaring to dismiss him with a scoff or an incredulous laugh - but her hand acted before her will could resist.