At the same time Missy's n****e is being smothered with welcoming heat from Ellie's tongue the phallus shaped popsicle, which very much by design, had been mere inches from its target, finds it mark. The momentum of the blow forcing Missy's body forward allows the large popsicle to slide up inside her filling her with an icy warmth of coldness.
Missy shudders from the large phallus shaped popsicle being buried inside of her, especially as Ellie begins to work it in and out, in and out, as the same time she lathers her aching n****e with glowing warmth from her wicked little tongue.
The father watches all this over his wife's shoulder before joining in on the fun by turning his wife's mouth towards his. They kiss deeply, cutting off a desperate cry of forbidden passion from her.
The kiss
