C77 Tease

Proserpina

Then I said softly, pouting,

“I am so wet…’

His face was a picture of pure undiluted lust as his eyes raked my body.

Until I said in a husky voice, full of longing,

‘Next time, could you get vanilla ice cream? Please?

I love the creaminess…’

The look on his face was priceless.

‘Hmm…I need to get out of these wet clothes.’ I went on pleasantly.

Grinning mischievously