Anything For Lola
Well, silly me, he meant real dessert, and I redden.
“Oh, lemon berry, my favorite,” Justine says, leaning in for a bite expectantly.
“Did you just stop kissing me for ice cream,” I scoffed as she hurriedly parted from me.
Damien bites his lips inward, trying not to laugh while Justine giggles “Yes” sadistically.
She takes a long tempting lick of the spoon, making me ache for her lips again. Even her orgasmic hum makes me jealous. Those should be my moans.
“This is the best next to Gio’s strawberry sorbet,” she admits animatedly.
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