I had a taste on my tongue, for something cool, moist, sweet, and creamy… In lieu of not having a hard prick to lap up, I went to the local fast food shop for a cheap ice cream cone. It was just what I needed. It was tall, dripping, creamy. It covered my tongue, and I was eager to capture every last drop in my mouth. It reminded me of the dude I swallowed up last weekend. Man, he had more milk in those balls than a dairy farm!

The thought of that massive, milky load going down my throat sent me over the top. As I walked down the street, I started taking broad strokes with my tongue, then I swirled the tip of my tongue at the top of that swirl. I wiggled the tip of my tongue back and forth, quickly; I love every opportunity to practice my “head game”.

I was so into my giving my ice cream cone head, I didn’t notice the dude parked by the gas station staring at me. And his elbows were moving…up and down really fast. Hmmm, now he could have been doing ANYTHING right? Or maybe I inspired him to release the heavy burden in his balls. I wonder if he has a wet wipe to clean himself up? Or do you think I should have given him a tongue shower? Do you want to know what actually took place? You should call me, and find out!