You know my weakness; vanilla ice cream. You walk into the bedroom, your cock covered in it. I drop to my knees, my lips engulfing your cock as my tongue works its magic. Licking, sucking, stroking with my finger tips.
My lips are tight around your cock as your hands entangle themselves in my hair, your moans turning to a low growl as your salty cum mixed with the sweetness of the ice cream fill my mouth.
I sit back, licking my lips, a cum-ice cream mix coat my tongue and lips.
