Hot Fudge, Jack
By Carol
Jay spread out the plastic sheet on the floor, making sure the ice cream, hot fudge sauce, nuts, cherries, sprinkles and whatever else would go with his idea were in easy reach. He lay naked as the day he was born, and waiting until he heard the door open. He gave his lover a hungry look and gently shook the whip cream can. He licked his lips. "I'm waiting for my bowl," he called with a sexy voice.
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