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Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids she learned about on Pinterest.
She ran her hands along her body, enjoying her own naked form that would soon be enjoying the hot, delicious taste of a Pumpkin Spice Latte.
“Oh! I wasn’t trying to flirt with you...I was trying to tell you how sexy PSLs are.”
She felt a throb in her body that was undeniable - was she into this Pumpkin Spice Latte? Like...sexually?
She pushed the notion out of her mind - that was silly. You couldn’t have sex with a Starbucks drink...or could you?
The PSL remained on the outside of her yoga pants, warming her pussy through the cardboard cup, sending the scent of fall through the entire room.
“There are a certain few people who we call Pumpkin Spice-sexuals. It’s very rare, but Michael and I--” she nodded at the guy with the Afro-- “are two of them. And we’re very good at spotting our kind.”
