'It's so much... I-I can't believe it keeps coming.' She thought, her mind scrambling for focus as her body trembled under the intensity of the moment.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Her tongue swirled in her mouth, tasting the heat and saltiness of him, trying to make sense of it all.
But then, an idea sparked—childish, almost absurd—but one that grounded her amidst the overwhelming sensation.
'Ice cream.' She told herself, her mind conjuring the image of a soft, melting scoop she had heard about but never tasted. She imagined its texture, smooth and rich, the way it would coat her tongue and melt slowly. The thought of the sweetness softened the edge of her embarrassment, giving her a way to focus and push through.
"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"
