She smeared the frosting there, slow, thick strokes across the heavy sack still slick with her juices. She coated him like she was frosting a treat. Messy. Greedy. Obscene.
He twitched.
Jaw clenched.
But he didn’t move.
Sky looked up at him, eyes full of chaos.
“Look at them… all heavy and full… You’ve got so much cream left in here, Daddy.”
He groaned.
She leaned in.
Licked one side.
Then kissed the other, leaving a trail of spit and sugar behind.
Then she started sucking.
One ball at a time.
Worshipping his balls.
Filling her mouth with his weight and heat, tongue swirling over every inch. She moaned like it was the best dessert she’d ever tasted, eyes fluttering, cheeks hollowing, slurping every last trace of frosting off his sack.
He grabbed the edge of the table behind
