"Now this is a tragedy." He murmured, his hand still resting on her head, guiding her strokes ever so slightly. "You've been denied one of life's greatest pleasures. Ice cream is...magic, if I had to say. Pure indulgence."
"...Sweet, creamy, smooth. It melts on your tongue, leaving behind bursts of flavour that make you crave more."
Her brows furrowed in wonder, her lips parting as she tried to imagine the treat he described. Her hand continued to glide along him, her grip tightening slightly as she found herself mesmerised by his words.
"H-How is it made, Young Master?" She asked in a voice small, though her fascination was clear.
Cassius's smirk grew, his body shifting forward, pushing his cock subtly into her hand.
