Facing you, I grip the cone. I snag your eyes and lick the tip. My tongue lingers. I lap at the sides. My tongue unhurriedly drags bottom to top. You watch my lips close over one ball, leaving a drop on my nose. I leave it there. Cream cascades down my fingers, dripping onto my tits, running into my valley. I don't wipe it off. You spill your milk savoring my every taste. I see
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