Catherine's juices were clear and tasteless while the melted white peach ice cream was milky white, a bit sticky, and had a light peachy flavor.
The scent hit my nose, making me drool like I hadn't eaten in days. My mouth started watering uncontrollably.
I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing.
I knelt between Catherine's legs, spreading them wide with my hands, and buried my face in her, swirling my tongue around her.
Her plump lips twitched, giving my tongue a thrilling sensation, like licking a live abalone.
Her juices kept flowing, like a gentle stream, steady and continuous.
This time, her juices had a hint of white peach flavor, refreshing and sweet, like sipping on peach juice.
Catherine moaned softly in her sleep.
I let go of one of her legs, slid the tip of my middle finger inside her, and her juices flowed out, following my finger.
Her juices mixed with the white peach flavor, sweet and delicious. After licking the peach juice from inside her, I licked my finger clean.
The rough texture of my finger contrasted with the smoothness inside her, adding a different kind of thrill.
My eyes stayed on her as I reached for the ice cream to scoop some onto my finger and slide it inside her, making her moan softly.
I swirled my finger around, spreading the peach flavor deeper inside her.
But that wasn't enough. I pushed my tongue in, mixing it with the ice cream.
Her juices clung to my tongue, blending with my saliva, the peach flavor lingering.
I moved faster, both with my tongue and my fingers.
My lips pressed against her, sucking her juices like drinking water until I almost drew out every last drop. I paused and focused on her clit.
I gently nibbled on her clit, rubbing my teeth back and forth, twisting it.
Catherine trembled, her abdomen spasming slightly, but no big climax. It faded quickly, like a wave.
Her legs pressed against my shoulders, squeezing my neck, making me feel like my neck was being twisted.
I looked at her thighs, gripping them tightly, biting her clit, and flicking my tongue on her tender flesh.
My movements were gentle, like feathers brushing over her. Her legs trembled against my neck, shaking with the force.
Catherine's eyes were tightly shut, her delicate lips, already reddened and swollen from my kisses, parted as she panted heavily.
Her rosy tongue would peek out with each moan, and watching that just fired me up all over again.
My cock swelled, and I felt my temperature spike.
I shifted, sitting in front of her, letting the head of my cock rub against her, picking up her juices. The wetness made my cock throb like crazy.
It was like my cock had a mind of its own, desperate to dive into her.
But her pussy was already swollen from all the action, not ready for more. I held my cock, aimed it at her, and rubbed it on the surface.
Each rub brought out more of her juices, soaking my cock. Her pussy was contracting, practically begging to take me in.
I held back, just moving my cock up and down, teasing her clit, pressing down with the head.
Every press made her twitch, and more juices flowed out, soaking the couch.
She was practically seducing me, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd slip just the head inside her, feeling it throb with pleasure, then pull out.
Her pussy would contract, the little folds waving like fans, making a sexy, muffled sound, showing her frustration.
I kept this up for a while, and soon her pussy was drenched.
Before long, Catherine hit her climax, and her juices gushed out like a flood.
Seeing that hot, fresh juice, I dove in, sucking her lips hard.
My tongue pressed against her opening, sucking loudly.
I drank all her juices, gulping it down like peach juice, sweet and satisfying, until I licked my lips, still wanting more.
Catherine came to for a moment. She saw my hungry look and grabbed my hand, pulling it to her neck.
I hugged her, rubbing my wet lips against her cheek.
Half-awake, she looked at me and asked, "What did you eat? Why does it smell so good?"
"You," I whispered, sucking on her earlobe.
Feeling the soft touch on her earlobe, she heated up, her breathing getting heavier.
"Don't be silly, I don't smell like peaches."
"I'm not kidding. I put some white peach ice cream in you. It tasted amazing, and I can't get enough."
It took her a second to get it. She widened her eyes and looked at me. "You mean the ice cream we bought on the way back?"