A thing that occurred to me recently and turned me on, a lot…

So I approach you at the place we had arranged. You see me coming and have been biting your lips. It’s your car, it’s recently cleaned, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I reveal the frozen ice pop, removing it from its cover, and it’s like steam comes off it that makes you quiver for what’s to come next.

Your posture is as I had decided: legs spread and underwear around one of your ankles. I taste the icepop, I make you do the same, the flavor surprises you. It goes lower, and lower, down there, and I use it to explore how sensitive you are to it on your clitoris, further down still, the coldness makes you jolt but you don’t complain, you bite your lips often, and can’t keep your mouth closed.

It’s used to tease you, down there, it’s used to explore more, and I can feel it soften, a little, the warmth of your body resulting in it dripping, just a few times.

I hold it in front of you, you’re sticky, down there, but ecstatic that we’re just getting started. I ask you to tell me exactly how it makes you feel. Exactly for how long you feel the icepop could be inside you before you explode. How long before your thirsty pussy devours and melts it all and it smears all down your leg. And how many times all this will make you cum and how hard. I enjoy, thoroughly, listening to it, all…

My eyes indicate you are not to clean yourself up. Stay sticky. I leave the wrapper behind me. I might completely forget about you.

Well..?