The soft glide of your cool hardness across my lips gives me goose bumps.
My mouth opens as, flicking my tongue to experience your flavor, I draw you in.
Stroking your underside, I press you against the roof of my mouth…
It does not take long before my ministrations have you
Down the back of my throat…
I close my eyes, and with a small whimper,
It is ecstasy.
And now I want mooooorrrre…
Ice… Erm… Cream, anyone?