Page 25 of Holiday Hitch

“I have an idea,” Daryl said with a cheeky smile as she headed to the fridge.

Leah crossed her legs at her ankles, letting them dangle over the counter while she admired Daryl’s muscular back in the glow of the refrigerator light.What could she possibly be looking for?

Leah leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands. She could feel herself growing wet with anticipation, her pleasure dripping onto the counter.

Finally, Daryl slammed the fridge door closed triumphantly, holding something behind her back with a devilish grin.

“Daryl Price, what are you thinking?” Leah asked, watching Daryl’s eyes wander down to her exposed breasts.

Licking her lip, Daryl revealed what she’d been searching for: a can of whipped cream.

Leah’s mouth dropped open as she shook her head, “You dirty dog.”

Daryl laughed, “Aren’t you a little curious?”

She was nodding before she even processed that she did, in fact, want to know what it would feel like to have Daryl lick the sweet treat off of her body.

“Then, stop questioning,” Daryl said with a wink as she started to kiss Leah’s collarbone, the sensation of her soft lips sending a jolt of excitement straight to Leah’s clit.

Daryl shook the can, maintaining eye contact with Leah as she did. She brought the nozzle to Leah’s chest, creating a swirl of whipped cream at the hollow of her throat.

“Oh my god, it’s cold!” Leah said with a laugh.

“I can warm it up,” Daryl smirked as she brought her lips back to Leah’s neck, her tongue slipping out and licking up the cream hungrily.

Leah moaned, “Fuck, Daryl.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She couldn’t believe howintothis she was.

Daryl lifted the can and sprayed more onto each of Leah’s nipples.

She felt them harden underneath the cold cream immediately, her clit throbbing with anticipation.

Daryl smiled, looking into Leah’s gorgeous brown eyes as she cleaned up the swirls on her chest.

“God, you’re hot,” Leah groaned against the sensation of Daryl’s tongue teasing and sucking on her tender nipples.

Once her breasts were licked clean, Daryl sprayed a line down Leah’s stomach. She started low and worked her way up Leah’s middle, her face landing between Leah’s gorgeous tits with the final lick.

The cool air pricked the wet spots Daryl left behind, sending a chill down Leah’s spine.

Daryl placed her palm on Leah’s chest and gently pushed her onto her back, exposing more of her pussy.

“Spread for me,” she gently commanded. Leah obeyed eagerly, making room for her lover between her thighs.

Out of the corner of her eye, Leah saw Daryl opening a drawer near the sink and pulling out a silicone, rabbit toy. “Why is that in the kitchen?” Leah asked.

“In case I needed it,” Daryl replied ambiguously.

“Oh, so fucking me on this counter was a plan of yours?” Leah ribbed.

“More like a fantasy,” Daryl smirked, teasing Leah’s slick entrance with the toy. “Do you want this?”

“I need it,” Leah begged. Daryl set the toy on the counter and sprayed another swirl of whipped cream on Leah’s thighs, licking them up greedily.

Leah arched her back against the cold counter as Daryl’s mouth got closer and closer to her slit. She was on fire with desire for her lover.

Daryl brought the nozzle of the can to Leah’s hood, looking up at her for approval. Leah nodded eagerly.

The rush of cold from her clit to her opening was a sensation Leah never knew she wanted to feel, the whipped cream burning against her swollen pussy.

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