When someone mentions ice cream, you assume they’re speaking about a rich, sweet, creamy frozen food made from variously flavored cream and milk. Well... it definitely wasn't the first thought when it was mention but it was still the same idea. You'll understand what I mean...
I was picturing myself being bent over a counter as my pussy makes its appearance to his lips, thirsting for me. His aggressiveness spoke to my soul, just enough to take his every command, to please his every move. All I remember seeing was what was in front of me but not behind me. I was eager to see what was behind me.
“Don’t move, don’t move,” he says as he steps away from me. Hearing nothing but his footsteps walking away and returning as my thoughts begin to wonder what he’ll do to his pretty thing. Each step he took felt like he was penetrating me, imagining his thrust, deep. He’s coming back... back to his pretty thing. He kissed my wet lips and told me to breathe and relax as he blows his warm breath on me. My eyes rolled back, immediately feeling something cold against me, gasping for air. Mixed in was a slimy warm tongue searching in between his chocolate sundae.
His hands are touching me, spreading me open to get deeper. My grip became tighter, ready to break whatever’s beneath me. If my eyes couldn’t roll any further... I’d look possessed. My soul was snatched from his lips, his tongue squirming in and out. The cold feeling was consistent with his tongue play, curious about what he was hungry for. I let out a soft moan and uttered under my breath, “fuck.” He chuckles. I’m loving his response to my reaction. Now I can feel him finish off his treat, his ice cream. Licking the creamy substance against me as if I was adding flavor to his dessert. I can hear him setting down some type of material and position himself ready to drill my walls. His fingers slowly slide in me accompanied by his lips. Oh, the feeling had me feeling like I was melting. He's done enough for me that I'm ready for him to fuck me good, fuck me long. Frank Ocean.
In that deep luscious voice I dream of, he asked me if I was ready for him. I couldn't speak, I was feeling too good, all I could do was respond with a head nod. My mind was teasing me of a thought of him sending an aggressive thrust, maybe a slap on the ass. Instead, he slides his dick in between my dripping lips, going up and down. His message truly spoke to me and has my body hypnotized. I'm feeling warm and I can feel me creating sweat. Eager for his fuck, I'm slowly moving through his motions to get him inside me.
I can feel his devilish look gaze on my back. He knows what I want but he is determined to remind me who’s in charge. “Stop moving,” he said. Those words ran through my body and automatically obeyed his command. I was vulnerable and slowly became weaker and weaker by the minute.
I'm moaning in place, hoping he knows I'm ready. He continues to tease me, causing my body to confess it's hunger. He finally gives in, slowly enters my world, and I was grabbing every inch of him. Exhaling the breath of relief as my body begins to tingle.
As he slowly pulls in and out of me, he bends over to my ear. Licks and bites my ear and says to me, "Excuse me, I needed some toppings for my ice cream... I hope you don't..." Before he could say mind, he held on to my hips and went deep causing me to release.
I'm squirting... I'm coming... this is not what ice cream is... but I don't mind being his ice cream more than this.