Flake Stories

“Two 99s please, with raspberry sauce.” I could feel the fresh semen running down my face. A string of it hung off my chin before dripping onto the bikini-clad bulge of my right tit. The ice-cream-van lad’s eyes were on stalks. “Erm, yes, sure, love,” he stammered. He kept looking at me as he prepared the ice-creams. I smiled and stuck out my tongue, catching a dollop of semen as it dangled off the tip of my nose. “I’ve g...