Zippers Special: Homemade Horsey Sauce
Added 2025-08-29 22:00:10 +0000 UTCThe California sun burned against the big front windows of Zippers, throwing bands of light across the booths. Diego tugged his hoodie closer, ignoring the heat, being scaled had its perks. Owen, lounging across from him, tried to keep things casual, reassuring his friend with a quiet smile.
Then she arrived. Karnak, the redheaded shark waitress, hips rolling with every step, uniform painted-on tight. Her grin was sharp enough to cut glass but warm enough to make Diego’s stomach knot.
“Special booth today, huh?” she purred, sliding a menu onto the table. “That means you boys get access to our other menu.”
Owen blushed, tail flicking, already knowing what that meant. Diego blinked between them, confused but curious.
Karnak leaned down, putting one hand on the table, close enough for Diego to smell her perfume. “A friend of Owen’s is a friend of mine,” she teased. “And lucky you, today we’re offering my homemade horsey sauce.”
Diego’s eyes widened. His cheeks flushed. “…I’ll try it,” he said, voice cracking.
Karnak smirked, lifting her shirt with deliberate slowness. Perfect breasts spilled into view, and she rolled her hips so the bulge beneath her leotard grew obvious, straining and throbbing. She moaned, gripping herself through the tight fabric until her outline was unmistakable. Then, with a sharp tug at the seam, her cock popped free, long, equine, thick and twitching with heat.
“Your food’ll be right up,” she winked, sauntering back toward the kitchen, shaft swinging with every step.
