I hear you rustling around, getting the whipped cream from the fridge,
warming something, gathering the makings. You are back at my side
minutes later, but your hands do not contain dishes of ice cream. You
have a sly smile on your face as you slowly dribble hot chocolate sauce
all over my tits, a small line of it down my belly, and more onto my
clean pussy. I moan with delight. Now, the whipped cream... on my tits,
and more onto my pussy. You even remembered the cherries... one on each
nipple, another on my decorated mound. You slowly cover a cherry with
cream and chocolate and offer it to me before lowering your head to my
tit and lapping it eagerly, exciting me as you eat all the sauce from
around my nipple first, then take the entire aerola into your mouth,
nibbling on it. Waves of pleasure radiate.... as you bite it gently,
then move on to the other tit. Lapping, licking and sucking, you work
your way down, playing and teasing with my tits as you go. You pause
for just a moment, reaching behind you. You pull a nipple away from my
body, then place a nipple clamp in the extended tip. I gasp at the
sensations.. not pain, but pleasure. You tweak the other nipple, stretch
it out, and encase it.
"I know how much you love to have me play with your tits.... figured you
would love this..." you murmur as you go back to the task of eating my
chocolate and whipped cream covered pussy. You use your fingers to scoop
up some of the sundae, then feed it to me. You gently twist one of the
nipple clamps as you turn your attention to removing the rest of the goo
from me. You lick and suck and lap all the sundae from me, finally
finishing it off. Spreading my legs wide, and holding my cunt lips far
apart, I moan deeply as you finally take my engorged clit into your mouth,
and begin sucking on it, then nibbling. Still holding my lips wide
apart, you slowly insert one finger, then two. You thrust slowly as you
flick your tongue across my clit. Then, you pull your fingers out, take
your mouth from my clit, and ram your tongue into my hot box as deep as
you can. With your wet fingers on my pleasure spot, it is only minutes
until I am wracked by waves of a deep, huge, orgasm. My scream starts
deep within my throat, and emerges as a low yell. You slow your pace
down, but do not stop, and the orgasm continues... so intense that my
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