Chris Evans Whip Cream Novels & Stories

If he did not destroy The Elysian Inc, their family will suffer the consequences. “Wait, I won’t let you leave without you tasting it,” he flashed his sparkling set of white teeth, as if he was giving her a genuine smile. He then went to the counter to buy the said order. The lady brought him a strawberry crêpe with vanilla ice cream on top. As he was about to put it on the table, he allowed it to deliberately slip on Evina’s shoulders, soaking her white ruffled blouse. “Oops, I’m sorry. That was so clumsy of me,” he apologized wholeheartedly. He then gave her a lot of tissue to wipe them off. But he froze as he did so.

It was lubing me up, but so much thicker. She placed a cherry on all three piles of whipped cream. Then the licking began. She started by clearing the butterscotch and then began licking around the whipped cream. Her outstretched tongue clearing the dessert and flickering across my nipples slowly made them harden enough that I was afraid that they may cut her. She took the cherry in between her lips and swirled it around the exposed nipple. And then a bit into it so that the juices would start to run. Quickly swallowing the cherry, she used the tip of her tongue to begin cleaning the rest of the juices away.

One was chocolate vodka and the other was whipped cream vodka. Briar made our drinks, then placed whipped cream on the tops before handing us our cups. I took a sip and hummed at how good it was. I was honestly surprised by this, but it was a pleasant one. The drink helped me loosen up and I relaxed while bonding with Lianna. We shared stories of our parents while the guys sat there and listened.

"But we have something better. Creamier. Want to try?" My mouth went dry, but my pussy clenched at the implication. I looked at each of them. Dave had stopped wiping the counter, his eyes on me. Carlos set the cones down and Ben leaned against the freezer, arms crossed. "What do you mean?" I asked, voice a little shaky but curious. Mike stepped closer. "We mean this." He reached into a small cooler near the floor, pulled out a tub of whipped cream, the kind they used for sundaes. He popped the lid, scooped a finger full, held it up. "Open your mouth."

“Fuck yes… Take a deep breath, baby, you’re going to take me down your throat.” As soon as I did as told, he shoved my back down until my nose was touching his base. Fuck, I wish I could see the lump in my throat with his cock all the way down it. “Get ready, fuck! Take it, Judy, swallow it all down like a good girl.” Soon he exploded down my throat, giving me every last drop before letting me up. “Are you doing OK?” Chris looked at me as I faced him. “You’ve amazed me, baby.”

I whimpered, though my hips traitorously shifted forward toward him. "I know," Damon whispered, a dark, devastating smirk curving his lips. He grabbed the can of whipped cream again. With agonizing slowness, Damon lined the nozzle right over my slick, aching heat and pressed down gently. A cool, sweet dollop of white cream coated my swollen center, contrasting sharply against my flushed, pale skin. I gasped sharply, my toes curling as the cold sensation sent a jolt of pure electricity straight up my spine. "Damon!"

He said smirking. I did not reply him, I just took the whipped cream from the cabinet by the side of my head. I opened it and I looked him dead in the eye as I poured the whipped cream on his body, starting from his chest to his neck and to his packs. I made a mess, I scattered it everywhere. Careless that somebody could come in. I started from his neck, I poked my tongue out and licked the cream off his neck and I sucked on his neck, beneath the vein pulsing.

As Emma and I got up and moved to the kitchen to make our mates their desserts. Reese and Ethan became engaged in a conversation while Emma and I found the whipping cream and cherries. Oh yeah, we were doing the classic whip cream bikinis with cherries on top. Once we had our bikinis on, we headed back to the table and I said to Reese, “What topping would you like? Chocolate or Carmel?” I said holding up the bottles of each.

While both husband and wife had a crazy sweet tooth, Donna almost always took it a step further by asking for whipped cream in her drinks. Morgana rolled her eyes as if to say, ′Duh, of course!′ and smiled tightly. “You always call it, Hollis.” She watched the other girl shake a can of Reddi-whip and squirt a generous heap of cold cream directly onto the icy mixed drink with a smirk.

“And yeah. I don’t know, it’s an adjustment. Trying to sleep alone, again.” Evan sighed. He fixed up their coffees, topping them both with a big tower of whipped cream. He turned around and said to Yena, “I’m sorry to hear that.” Then put the whipped cream nozzle into his mouth and pushed it down, and filled up his mouth with cream. Yena laughed as he gulped it down. He went to put the can back in the fridge, but Yena said, “Wait! Me too,” and opened her mouth wide. Evan froze for just a moment.