Whipped Cream Playtime – A Deliciously Risqué Moment

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The sunlight streams into the restaurant, warming her skin. She giggles as I smear whipped cream across her ear. I push closer, my hand tracing the curve of her neck. She arches into my touch, a silent invitation. The sweetness spreads, mirroring the heat between us. Let’s make a mess.

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