Sharon/Brenda + food
Sharon laid her book against her chest as she gave Brenda a disapproving look and said: "You're not eating that in the bed."
Brenda quirked her eyebrow, a challenge flickering in her brown eyes as she placed the bowl of ice cream on the bed and then kneeled in front of Sharon, trailing her cold fingers up lean thighs and to Sharon's hips so she could pull down the shorts she was wearing.
Sharon didn't resist as the shorts were tossed over Brenda's shoulder and she reached for her bowl; there were also no complaints when Sharon felt cold ice cream against her heated center, melting.
"Wanna tell me what else I won't be eatin' in this bed?" she asked before letting the flat of her tongue glide against Sharon's center, licking up the sweet ice cream.
Sharon smirked and shook her head, parting her lips as she watched Brenda lick up the sticky mess, a hunger in Brenda's eyes that had nothing to do with her late night snack.