Facing you, I grip the cone.
I snag your eyes and lick the tip. My tongue lingers.
I lap at the sides.
My tongue unhurriedly drags bottom to top.
You watch my lips close over one ball, leaving a drop on my nose. I leave it there.
Cream cascades down my fingers, dripping onto my tits, running into my valley. I don’t wipe it off.
You spill your milk savoring my every taste. I see what is growing beneath and watch your naughty hand through the glass.
I giggle when you flinch as teeth bite cone.
Kimmi only pays once.
