Amy licked her lips as she sat down next to a creamy pink donut on her bed. "I'm gonna lick you like an icecream cone." She said, unbuttoning her plaid shirt. The shirt was pink, like the donut. Amy had worn it for Karma, who loved the color. Amy had a thing for donuts, more than a fetish. It was just the undeniable look they had. Lush icing that sat perfectly painted like the Mona Lisa on top, with sprinkles that melted in, placed like angels. If Amy was lucky, she would get a cream filled donut. Those were her guilty pleasure. But you see, the relationship Amy has with donuts is not just tasteful, but also sexual. Amy shut the door to her bedroom and grabbed a box full of donuts out from under her bed. Carefully, she unclasped her bra and pressed two donuts against her body. Amy moaned in pleasure. That was the thing she did. It was just normal. Amy loved Karma like she loved her donuts. Karma was simply a donut to Amy.

Every time Amy kissed Karma, it was like a mouthful of donuts. Sweet, and creamy(or should I say steamy?).

To be Continued.