Creamed

Licking the cream from my lips
and looking directly into his eyes, I said

“You know,
I love nothing more than to
lick and suck it.
Spreading it around with my tongue,
tasting the creaminess there.
Pushing my tongue in and around
the edge of the hole
before sucking it out
completely,
until there’s nothing left.
I don’t care if it gets on my chin
or my lips or my nose;
I’ll just lick it off,
eventually.
mmmmmm-mmm!
Yep.
Tastes sooo good.
I can’t seem to get enough.
I’ll slurp it, suck it, swallow it down.
Everyday if I could get away with it.
Fuck yes, I would….”

His eyes went wide.
“Yep,” I reiterated as my tongue
swept my glistening lips again,
“I fucking love these cream-filled donuts.”


tara caribou | ©2018-2021

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