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Intoxicated with the notion of quenching desire, a soft moan escapes the fullness of lips as elated eyes lock onto the object of obsession. Fingers wrapping gently, guiding the icon of ecstasy as anticipation spirals to the very core of being. Wanton lips part as an eager studded tongue slips through to travel along the length of temptation. Releasing a whimper of euphoria as the probe curves around the contour of width, then back to length once more. Lapping slowly upward and around the sculpted tip, a soft smile etches along christened lips that release a petite giggle. One that relishes in the fact that ice cream can be such a sinful pleasure.