Whip (Candy-Cane Cane)
“Marls, uhh,” Dorcas moans as Marlene guides her to grind down on her lap, kissing and nipping at her neck.
“Mm?” Marlene hums, taking Dorcas’ earlobe into her mouth and tugging as she guides Dorcas’ hips firm against her lap.
“Could we. Could you- get the whip? I want-.” Dorcas manages to stutter out, the feel of Marlene touching her, kissing her, rendering her unable to form full sentences.
Marlene humms in approval and stands, picking up Dorcas on the way, before setting her on her feet. “Strip.” She orders, eying her flushed girlfriend before heading out of the living room. “I’ll be back.” she promises.
When she returns, Dorcas is waiting patiently where Marlene left her, sans clothes.
She furrows her brow when she sees a can of whipped cream in Marlene’s hands before giggling at her girlfriends mistake.
“I meant the whip from the Christmas box.”
Marlene smirked, pulling out her hand from behind her back and waving said whip. “I wanted dessert. Things are about to get very, very messy.” Marlene says, shaking the can and squirting a generous amount directly into her mouth.
“What, no sprinkles?” Dorcas pouts, stepping forward anyway to share in the sweet treat her girlfriend made of her mouth.