There is little more indulgent than a bowl of delicious, creamy, expensive ice cream on a cold winter’s night. I had fixed myself just such a bowl and was just sitting behind my desk in my warm office, when my door opened, and his face peered around it.
His face broke into a grin at the sight of the spoon just slipping out from between my lips. I set the spoon in the bowl and waved him on in. My throat went dry and my pussy flooded when he walked in wearing nothing. His dick was in his hand, steadily stroking; his smile was on his face, and I couldn’t help myself. I got down on my knees and met him at the side of my desk. His dick slid smoothly down my throat, and he moaned and shuddered at the cold as I started sucking. I swallowed his cock over and over, and before long, the cold was gone, leaving only wet warmth for him to fuck. He grabbed my head on either side, and started pummeling my mouth and throat. Just when he was about to cum down my throat, he pulled out of me. I thought he would fuck me, then, but he didn’t. He came all over my bowl of ice cream, pushing it toward me for me to take a bite.
I went for the spoon, but he pulled the bowl back. He set the bowl on the floor and pushed my face toward it. I started to slurp some up into my mouth, and felt his cock slide home in my cunt. His hand pressed my head down into the bowl, and the only choice I had was to eat all of it or drown in it. I slurped a hole in it, caught a breath, and his hand pressed me further down into it. I slurped more, his cock drilling my pussy as his cum covered my face along with my ice cream. I ate the whole bowl, even as my cunt finally released, and I moaned into the bowl.
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