His hand slides from your neck, down the hollow between your breasts, straight to your intimate spot, tracing his finger over the flesh and down your thigh to your knee. Russ's keen, attentive gaze slid down your body, watching your breasts rise up and down, the cherries on the whipped cream that had been pyramided on your breasts jiggle charmingly, the skin of your cheeks blush.

It all started with a simple joke about how some people eat sushi, or whatever, straight off the body of a naked girl lying on the kitchen table. But every joke has an ending.

You are his sweet dessert for the day, which Keegan is ready to devour whole. Leaning over you and exhaling hot air against your neck, his tongue slides down, licking the smeared cream at your breasts. Taking a cherry with his hand and eating it, Russ slides down, fully covering your breast with his lips with the cream on it, reveling in your convulsive sigh. After swallowing the cream and licking himself, the man leans down again, licking the rest of the cream off one breast, sucking on your breast with a quiet moan before squelching away with a squelch.

There's a complete desire in his movements to ruin all that whipped cream creation on your body, to smear it all over and lick it off, but he holds back. Holding back to get a little closer to the sweet ending before he makes you squirm with pleasure.

Walking around the table, Keegan looks at you with a look full of desire, smirking at you before running his finger down your stomach, a trail of cream leading lower down to your pussy to get the cream on his finger and lick it off.

“I'm sure you're even sweeter inside, baby.”