Chapter IIII
"One..." Slam.
"Two..." Moan.
"Three. Let go baby!" Harry groaned. Ali 's pussy contracted around his throbbing member as he shot his load into her warm confines. Harry collapsed next to Ali and he felt something cold on his back. "What the f.. Oh shit." "What is it baby?" Ali sat up worried.
"The damn Popsicle." Harry and Ali laughed together. "Come here baby," Ali pulled Harry towards her, "I'll clean it up later." Ali said kissing Harry's nose.
*flash back end*
A piece of Popsicle falls on your neck and you think back to Harry's frozen lips. "I miss him... Only 3 months to go..." You say getting up to throw away the wrapper and get another Orange Popsicle.
