Inappropriate stories

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Her eyes are blue, with hints of gold.
He never really noticed before but he can't help but notice now.

Her lips plump and pink. Her Cupid's bow is round again he hasn't noticed before until now.

There she is, sitting sweetly, that smooth pink dress, resting so gracefully on her chest and hips. Her legs are crossed.
Her arms are lingering.
Tingling, begging to be touched.

But he can only watch.

She giggles licking the ice cream again and he is snapped back into reality.
This, his punishment.
This, her reward.

Her lips play with the ice cream, puckering and milking the creamy chocolate fudge.
Her tongue circles it creating dents in the ice cream.
She is not being delicate.
She is being mean.
She is teasing him with just her mouth.
And she's not even sucking his cock.

His eyes are watching her every move. His mind thinking monsterious thoughts.
He's begging in his mind for her to succumb.

She pops her lips, and slides the ice cream down her throat and holds it there.

Like the good girl she is.

He growls, his cock throbs.

She slides it back out again and now the icecream is melting.

The chocolataly goodness drips down her chin, to her chest, sliding inbetween her breasts.
She lets it.
As his eyes trail down following each new drop.
And his cock aches again.
But she is not done.
"Awww, are you getting impatient?" She teases.
Biting her lip, pouting her eyes.
"Is daddy getting turned on by this"
She prods again.

And he does not say a word.
His eyes still locked on to hers.

And she licks again, playing with the icecream like she desperately wants to play with him.

And he watches knowing full well, that he is going to lick every single drop off of her body once she is done.

And then he's going to fuck her so hard, that she would never win a bet again.