Naya, a submissive woman in her late twenties, knelt in the cramped bathroom stall of a small café, her body a canvas of depravity. Her outfit was a provocative ensemble, a faded denim mini-short that barely covered her reddened buttocks, a tight black tank top stained with melted vanilla and strawberry ice cream, the sticky residue dripping onto her heavy breasts, her hardened nipples visible through the fabric. Black fishnet thigh-high stockings clung to her legs, marked with streaks of her own arousal and her Master’s semen, which still leaked from her anus, dripping onto the tiled floor. Her high ponytail swayed with each movement, golden hoop earrings glinting in the dim light, and a delicate bracelet jingled on her wrist. A red leather jacket hung open, exposing her midriff, also smeared with ice cream. She positioned herself on her knees, thighs spread wide, the mini-short riding up to reveal a black lace thong that did little to conceal her glistening, shaved pussy. Her hands trembled as she reached for the waiter’s belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers. His gray boxer briefs came down next, revealing his cock—already semi-erect, about six inches long, with a thick shaft and a slightly curved tip, the skin a pale contrast to the dark hair at its base. The musky scent of his arousal filled her senses as she wrapped her red lips around his glans, her tongue flicking over the salty tip, tasting his pre-cum. Naya’s lips slid down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the pulsing vein beneath, her mouth warm and wet as she took him deeper. Her throat constricted as she gagged slightly, her green eyes watering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. The waiter’s hands gripped her ponytail, pulling hard, forcing her to take more of him, his hips thrusting shallowly. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each movement, the melted ice cream dripping onto the floor, mixing with the mess of her own fluids. She moaned, the sound muffled, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she sucked harder, her lips tightening around him, her tongue lapping at his glans on every withdrawal. He groaned, his cock throbbing in her mouth, and after a few minutes of her relentless sucking, he came, his hot, salty cum flooding her throat. Naya swallowed greedily, her red lips milking him dry, a trickle of semen escaping to drip down her chin, mingling with the ice cream on her chest. The waiter pulled away, his face flushed, and left the stall, leaving Naya on her knees, her body trembling, her lips glistening with his release, a picture of utter submission.