Do you want me to lick your dick the same way?

She holds an ice cream cone at the edge of her lips, tongue flat and slow against it, eyes locked on the camera like she already knows exactly what you're thinking.

The cold doesn't seem to bother her — if anything, it makes her more deliberate, savoring every stroke while her chest presses forward, full and bare against the warm afternoon light.

She tilts her head and asks the question without saying a word. Your answer is already obvious.