Her tongue is a velvet ribbon, wrapping around the soft-serve ice cream as she licks it slowly. Her eyes meet mine, heavy with desire, and a shiver runs through me. The air between us crackles with tension. She takes the lollipop from her mouth, revealing a red swirl of lipstick, and places it on the table. With a smile that promises so much more, she stands up and approaches me, her hips swaying in an tantalizing rhythm. She runs her fingertips along my chest, her breath hot against my skin as she whispers, "Do you want this?" I nod, unable to speak, my heart pounding in anticipation. She leans down, her breasts brushing against my chest, and presses the cold lollipop sticky against my lips. As I part them, she backs away, teasing me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
