"You’re so tight…"
I whisper as I can’t get the lid off my brand new pint of ice cream.
“God you’re so wet…”
I moan as I wipe the ice cream container’s condensation off my hands and onto any nearby fabric.
"Ow, you’re so hard…" I groan as I insert my spoon into the decadent chocolate goodness and it breaks, protruding into my fist".