You open the letter. “You have to put on a whipped cream bathing suit and I have to lick it off of you in one minute.”
says, “Ohh, why is it the girl is always the one in the dessert topping bathing suit? Why can’t it be the guy?”
You smile and hold up the letter, “Because the note says otherwise. Sorry.”
She puts her hand on her hips. “I don’t believe you are sorry.”
“All right, you got me. I lied. I’m not sorry, but we still have to do it.”
Claire walks up and hands a bottle of whipped cream, “That’s right, you still have to do it.”
says, “I suppose I’ll have to make it a thong bikini to save on time.” She rushes into a nearby dorm and you and Claire and Chris all follow her. She goes into the bathroom and says, “Claire? Could you help me with this?”
“Sure thing!” she responds and the two of them close the door behind them.
You and Chris wait, as the two girls get ready. You can hear giggling and laughing behind the door. squeals and says, “Oh! That’s cold right there!” After a couple of minutes she comes out.
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. Thin lines of white cream hug her hips and shoulders and layers of the fluffy stuff hide her nipples and the mound of her womanhood. She does a careful spin and you can see a line running right down the crack of her behind.
Chris takes out a stopwatch, “On your marks, .” You position yourself in front of one of her breasts. “Get set.” You open your mouth. “GO!”
You thrust your face forward and begin to lick and suck the sweet foam off the even sweeter flesh. giggles uncontrollably as your tongue tickles her sensitive nipples.
You drag your mouth up the line that goes to her shoulder and around her back. You quickly start to work on her other breast as Chris says, “Forty seconds left!”
You lick hurriedly up her breast and shoulder. She says, “Come on ! I know you can lick faster than that!”
“Thirty seconds!”
You drop to your knees and lick at the large layer of cream covering her mound. You can feel the hair underneath as you lap up as fast as you can.
“Twenty seconds!”
You rub your face over her hips and she spreads her legs so you can get at the small amount that melted over her pussy lips. She gasps when your lips meet hers.
“Ten Seconds!”
She whips around and says, “Hurry!” You lick up and down her ass trying to get the last of the cream as Chris and Claire count down. “Five…Four…Three…”
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