Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
It may be the middle of the winter, but there is just something so fun and undeniably carnal about a date to an ice cream shop. First, it’s a low-commitment kind of date. I know I can leave whenever I want, and I’m going to feel safe in a very public space. Second, it’s just a little gluttonous, but in a delightful way. Delicious fatty treats of my perfect favorite flavor. But it’s really about seeing what your tongue is capable of.
I will absolutely insist you get a cone. Secretly, it’s because I’m sitting across from you, judging you as you eat your ice cream. I’m wondering how that frozen muscle would feel against my searing hot clit. I need to know how that jaw is going to feel as it slides against my pussy as your nose brushes my button, and the tip of your tongue finds its way to the top of my sweet delight.
