Gretchen slurps a cherry frappe from a big-sized, clear cup through a red straw at a table in an ice cream shop with her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend watches Gretchen slurp the remains of the frappe through a pink straw from the other side of a table near a patio and street among many tables where others sit on a hot afternoon in a vacation destination for women and sex.
Bikini clad women saunter off the front walk into the ice cream shop.
Gretchen puts her finished, frappe cup onto the table, smacks her gums licking her rose, blush lips and her bangs wisp in a flush of her breath from "cold brain."
She heaves a sigh amidst the cacophony of other frappe customers when she catches a glimpse of her boyfriend, John's crotch through his swim shorts.
John's crotch bulges as John attempts to place his hands on his lap to hide the bulge, it seems to Gretchen.
"You seem excited."
"Huh!? What!?"
Gretchen indicates her boyfriend's bulge with her index finger.
"Oh! You and your cherry frappe! You want another!? I'll pay."
"No. I want your milky manhood for dessert," Gretchen says to John as she slides her hand under the plastic table cloth over the table to her boyfriend's crotch.
"Don't! People might see," John exclaims abashed.
"Then, come on... make it to the women's room... I'll be there waiting..." Gretchen says as she rises from the table for restrooms through throngs of bikini clad women, all of whom John notices amidst ice cream machines whirring and women ordering cherry frappes at the counter while his pants bulge sitting at the table.
At a moment not too soon, John sees a woman with whom he went on a date once and he knows for prowess in sucking elixir out of cocks.
He lifts the woman's skirt as she passes the table where he sits just as Gretchen emerges from the women's room to see him lift the woman's skirt in the shop.
"Nice panties!" John exclaims when he lifts the woman's skirt, cums all over himself and the shop floor within two seconds amidst bikini clad women buying ice cream.
Everybody in the shop is enthralled and excited by the prospects of seeing John's pecker while eating ice cream that the bikini clad women undress themselves and John for an orgy when Gretchen and the other bikini clad women fuck John and each other with no other men in the shop.
Now, John has died of AIDS.
Her boyfriend watches Gretchen slurp the remains of the frappe through a pink straw from the other side of a table near a patio and street among many tables where others sit on a hot afternoon in a vacation destination for women and sex.
Bikini clad women saunter off the front walk into the ice cream shop.
Gretchen puts her finished, frappe cup onto the table, smacks her gums licking her rose, blush lips and her bangs wisp in a flush of her breath from "cold brain."
She heaves a sigh amidst the cacophony of other frappe customers when she catches a glimpse of her boyfriend, John's crotch through his swim shorts.
John's crotch bulges as John attempts to place his hands on his lap to hide the bulge, it seems to Gretchen.
"You seem excited."
"Huh!? What!?"
Gretchen indicates her boyfriend's bulge with her index finger.
"Oh! You and your cherry frappe! You want another!? I'll pay."
"No. I want your milky manhood for dessert," Gretchen says to John as she slides her hand under the plastic table cloth over the table to her boyfriend's crotch.
"Don't! People might see," John exclaims abashed.
"Then, come on... make it to the women's room... I'll be there waiting..." Gretchen says as she rises from the table for restrooms through throngs of bikini clad women, all of whom John notices amidst ice cream machines whirring and women ordering cherry frappes at the counter while his pants bulge sitting at the table.
At a moment not too soon, John sees a woman with whom he went on a date once and he knows for prowess in sucking elixir out of cocks.
He lifts the woman's skirt as she passes the table where he sits just as Gretchen emerges from the women's room to see him lift the woman's skirt in the shop.
"Nice panties!" John exclaims when he lifts the woman's skirt, cums all over himself and the shop floor within two seconds amidst bikini clad women buying ice cream.
Everybody in the shop is enthralled and excited by the prospects of seeing John's pecker while eating ice cream that the bikini clad women undress themselves and John for an orgy when Gretchen and the other bikini clad women fuck John and each other with no other men in the shop.
Now, John has died of AIDS.
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