Posts tagged “ice cream

Fancy another?

its a hot day and the ice cream cone is melting, little drips fall onto your bare breasts and belly and you scriggle and try to grab the cone from me. i laugh and pin you on your back letting little drips of chilling vanilla ice cream drip onto your hot pussy. you jump and gasp as each one lands, and you snatch the cone from me and plonk the whole thing onto my erect cock, causing me to shriek and my cock to thrash wildly, cold white rivers of ice running slowly down its length over my length and balls making my whole body convulse.

you get onto all fours and start to lick at the thick, cold cream, mouthfuls of the sticky goo sliding in long gulps down your throat. the white chocolate sauce is not hot any more but it is still very warm and my cock pulses with the contrast of temperatures as you pour it in trickles over its tip, watching it dribble and gush slowly down my cock.

you take me into your mouth and purr and hum, sending delightful vibrations through me, pressing your tongue and lips against my throbbing member, tasting first the hot sweet sauce and then the saltiness of my cum as it sprays the back of your throat and dribbles from your lips and down your chin and neck as I moan and pant and tremble with delight.

we lay back and hold each other and kiss and lick the last remains of ice cream and sauce and cum from each other, and then we hear the ice cream truck jingle outside again. “fancy another?” i ask you…


Ice cream, you scream

i nip down stairs in my bathrobe and buy two ice cream cones from the truck outside and come back up to the bedroom. i pretend not to let you have yours and we play wrestle for it. the ice cream, falls from the cone and lands in a big cold dollop between your breasts. you shriek and i laugh. i pin you to the bed and lick at the ice cream, feeling you wriggle under me “stop it you bastard!” you half laugh half scream. its all over my face and we kiss. i bury my head between your thighs and run my icy tongue up and down your heat, loving your giggles and pleas for me to stop. i look up and get the other cone shoved delightfully in my face. you laugh and laugh and we roll around covering ourselves in strawberry and vanilla and chillines. we laugh so much that we can barely kiss and when i slip my self into you we are still giggling and smirking, staring into each others eyes.