Chapter 330

Harold's tongue moved to her clit, and began sucking and licking the cream off. Callie went from freezing cold to the tantalizing heat of his tongue swirling around the tiny node of nerves in a heartbeat. Quickly, her pussy began dripping, again. She was angry she could not participate in his little game.

Harold noticed the little waterfall and said, "Darling, your little dribble is wetting the sheets again. Soon, we are going to have a puddle."

"You're not being cute, Harold."

"I was just pointing out the obvious, dear."

"I am going to stick a Popsicle up your ass, Harold."

He replied, "Thank you Callie, I never thought of that."

He took a strawberry, coated it was cream.

Callie felt him open her pussy with his fingers again; she had a premonition of what he was going to do. She yelled, "No, please Harold, don't do it. Don't put a strawberry in me. It's going to