I dreamed we were in the kitchen. (don’t know whose) and
that while fiddling in the frige I found a can of whip cream.
I love whip cream, and tell you to come over to me. I shake
the can, spray a little on your lips, then lick it off, easing my tongue into
your mouth, then out, then in, so that you get to taste some of the cream, too.
This, of course, gives me ideas, so I ask you to remove your
blouse and your bra, so that you are topless.
I spray a dot of whip cream on each of your nipples, then
lick the first one off very, very slowly, and then suck slightly on the nipple,
so that I taste a little of you, too.
I do the same for the other nipple, although linger a little
longer with the tip of my tongue, circling the nipple after the whip cream is
gone, and finally, when you start to squirm, I suck on it, harder.
Then, I make you take off your skirt and underwear, and
shake the can again, filling you up inside, and then all over those lips. I
start slowly, the lick around the edges first, lapping up every bit of cream
and work my way slowly until my tongue delves up inside of you, then out, then
around the little button that makes you squirm, then, I remove my pants, and I
am hard, and I ease that up inside of you, moving in and out, in and out,
around inside, trying to reach as far up inside of you as I can, to places
where my tongue could not,
I feel you around me as you tighten, your legs around me as
I pump hard, my mouth seeking your mouth as we move together, my tongue delving
in your mouth as I explode down below, me feeling you filled up, while still
tasting the sweetness of your mouth with mine.
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