Sorkeriar

Just putting stuff here as people mention slightly odd scenarios in chat.

The raspberry rippled down the smooth mound of her pudenda, catching as it hesitated, then forked around the flake he’d gently eased into her earlier. The chill felt intense against the warmth his caresses had already generated. “Yes”, she murmured," I will taste your version of a neapolitan."

The button popped between his clenched teeth. Rarely had he had such a delectable morsel to undress with his mouth. A strong gaze burned up at her under heavy lids, and she gasped as he took her next button between his jaws.

Ernest scraped the knife harshly along the bread, coating it all in the chocolate spread. “I could do this for you too Clarice.” “Oh Ernest, I long to be spread by you.”