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 what is growing beneath and watch your naughty hand through the glass.

I giggle when you flinch as teeth bite cone. 

Kimmi only pays once.