Lilly shudders in pleasure. The rhythmic shuffling of heavy coins inside the waxy tube is an experience her soaking pussy has never had before. It feels unusual. It feels good.
Lilly leans forward, resting her elbows on the counter of the ice cream van. She knows that people outside don’t have a clear view of what’s going on. Smiling to herself, enjoying the sexual pleasure that’s chasing through her body, Lilly looks back over her shoulder.
The ice cream geek is still on the floor. He’s sitting with his legs apart with a look of stunned arousal on his face. Lilly can’t but help notice the large tent in his trousers – perhaps he’s not so wimpy after all. He’s clearly enjoying the show.
“What’s your name, honey?”
Before he can answer, Lilly is interrupted, “Excuse me…”
Her attention moves back to the front, looking out of the booth and to where two men stand before her. One of the men took to be about her age and the other older. Father and son, Lilly guesses.
Hmm. Lilly images what their view might be like. There’s no way they can see that her jeans and panties have been pushed down to her ankles. There’s no way they can see that she’s letting a heavy roll of coins fuck her pussy. There’s certainly no way they can see erection boy on the floor behind her.
But what can they see? Lilly’s all too aware of just how far she’s leaning forward and how low cut her top is. It’s all too likely that the pair have a good view of her tits.
“Creamy, lovely creamy, ice cream, huh?” she purrs at the two men. The son seems stunned. The father seems more agile, suspicious of Lilly and more interested.
Carefully Lilly uses her one free hand to drag a scoop across the ice cream, making a flavour choice for the two men, and filling up two cones. “I know you’ll like this… oh, I know you’ll like the Haunted Mansion too…” Her husky voices oozes sexual delight as, out of sight of the two men but in a desperate tease to the ice cream seller, she adds, “I think the sights there will interest you.”
With a wicked smile she hands the first of the two ice cream cone over – handing it to the younger man, the son. As she does so she gives her butt a wiggle, making sure that the un-named ice cream vendor is watching closely as she continues to fuck herself with the roll of coins.
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