Bart groaned as Chloe's tongue snaked out to get the tiny bit of whipped cream that was on her lip.
She looked up sharply as she heard him, "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing," he said, squirming in his chair, "Just suddenly wishing my superpower was the ability to turn myself into whipped cream."
Her forehead scrunched in confusion and the suddenly she looked down and smiled, "Oh really?"
And then calm as you please she dipped a finger into her drink, covering it in cream and bringing it to her mouth. She slowly licked her way up the digit, then, with a motion that made him groan again she sucked her finger into her mouth, her tongue visible as it twirled around it.
"Oh, Chloelicious that is just mean, mean, mean, even for a siren like you."
She shrugged, leaning down to get more whipped cream, "Now you say that like you're surprised."
He groaned again and stands, he has to get out of here before he embarrasses himself and begs to lick whipped cream off of her.
"Where are you going?" she asks, "I thought you wanted to share."
He turns back to find her fingers covered in the whipped cream again, only this time she's holding them out to him. He moves slowly, afraid this is some kind of dream, grabs her hand and brings it to his mouth. He waits a beat, sure she will stop him, but she does nothing, and he slowly sucks each finger into his mouth, his tongue removing every trace of whipped cream and still moving, now tasting her skin.
"I think it's gone," she said finally, pulling her hand away, "But I might need help with a few other places."
He smiled, wide and naughty, "Chloelicious I am at your service."