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“I bet you were a total perv with those poor Barbies.”

I wink. “Perks of the job. So, what’s your favorite color?”

“Pink.”

“Favorite meal?”

“A greasy burger and steak fries with a milkshake.”

She eats that and keeps her perfect body?

“Really? You just became the coolest girl ever.”

“What’s yours?”

“I’ll take a greasy burger any day. What’s your favorite ice cream?”

“Cake batter,” she says.

“Hold on a minute.”

I run out to the kitchen for a pint out of the freezer and a spoon. Then I bring it back into the bedroom. “You have to try this. My friend owns this company, and it’s the best.” I sit with my legs crossed on the bed and feed her a spoonful of the ice cream.

She closes her eyes, licks her lips, and moans.

I need to record that sound so I can listen to it when she’s gone.

“I’m going to call you when you go back to Chicago.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, just so I can listen to you moan. You should give me your phone number right now.”

A blush crosses her face.

She has no clue how sexy she is.

I take a bite of ice cream and scoop another one for her and feed her again. Leaning forward, I pull her down flat on the bed.

She giggles. “What are you doing?”

I take a spoon of ice cream and spread it across her breast. Her nipple hardens, and I trace the spoon around it.

She inhales and bites down on her lip.

Dipping down, I slowly lick it off her, gliding my tongue on the fullness of her breast before focusing on her areola and finally enclosing my lips on her tit.

Her gorgeous chest rises and falls faster while she strokes my shoulder with her warm hand.

“I didn’t think this ice cream could taste any better, but it just did,” I tell her and bring my lips to her.

For a girl who has limited experience, at least I’m assuming she does from what she’s told me tonight, she kisses like a porn star. She knows exactly what to do with her tongue, lips, and even her teeth at times, and I’ve never experienced kisses so hot. It’s as if I’m her only possession in life, and she’s claiming me as her own.

My semi is back. “How does a girl who took her cousin to prom kiss like that?”

She pushes me off her and grabs the ice cream out of my hand. She dips her fingers in the pint, pulls out a chunk, and smears it from my neck, over my torso, and onto my cock and balls.

“You’re going to have to lick that off now.”

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