#349 (Food) Ice-Cream
As the ice-cream slowly slipped through her lips; you felt gooey. Her eyes twinkle as she fully knows what she is doing to you. You swallow as the spoon inches out of the hot craven that is her mouth. Some of her saliva hangs off the spoon tip and her lips. You want to lean forward and lick that line of saliva.
Her eyes nervously dart around.
You sigh as you held yourself tightly together.
