Cooling The Heat

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…

And moan.

It does not take long before my ministrations have you

Dribbling,

Dripping,

Down the back of my throat…

I close my eyes, and with a small whimper,

I swallow.

Every.

Last.

Drop.

It is ecstasy.

And now I want mooooorrrre…

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Ice… Erm… Cream, anyone?

😉