When I was in college, I used to work at this ice cream parlor during the summer. This super cute girl used to work there too. She had dark brown eyes, perfect, plush lips that were always glossed pink, and long, soft hair. The thing that really had me from the time I met her was her lips, though. They were the essence of perfection. Not only did I want to kiss them, but I also wanted to feel them closed up around my cock. I wanted them pulling at it from base to shaft to head. I mean, every guy wants a good blow job, right?

One day, we both got to go on break at the same time. She asked if she could hitch a ride with me to the bank to deposit her paycheck. I happily obliged, and she was grateful. Once we got back to the parlor, we had some time to kill before we needed to clock in. So, we sat in the car and chatted for a few moments. Turns out that not only was this girl hot, but she was also pretty funny. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with her. Although, I had a difficult time focusing on what she was saying at times. For the most part, I watched her lips move when she talked.

She asked if there was anything she could do to repay me for the ride. Obviously, I had a few ideas in mind. But I didn’t say them out loud. “So, what I can I do to repay you?” she asked with a smile on her face. “Gas money? Ice cream on me? A blow job?” She said that last one jokingly. But I guess that the look on my face told her that a blow job was exactly what I wanted. She giggled. “So I guess ice cream is on you, actually. I’ll take one cocksicle, please.” She battered her eyelashes. I could feel the blood rush down to my cock, making it hard. It pushed against the crotch of my workpants and she noticed. She ducked down, unzipped the fly, and dug my heated, thick dick from my pants. Wrapping her soft lips tightly around the head, she looked at me sweetly. Then, she took my entire length as far down her throat as she could without gagging. “You’re a big boy,” she stated hoarsely. As she continued bobbing her head up and down with her lips sleeved around my shaft, the insane pressure began building up and pushing toward the head. I was about to climax. The veins in my cock were thick and noticeable, and my body tingled all over from the incredible dazzling pleasure.

She slobbered all over my cock, making a sexy mess of her saliva. I continued to relax in the front seat of my car, trying to control the urge to pump it harder into her mouth. When I came, I released into her mouth by accident. I apologized. But she smiled and winked. “It’s fine. Cocksicle’s my favorite flavor. Treat me again sometime.”

Cocksicle

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