Summer fun

Molly just grinned, wet lips and all. "This is your dick," the kid blurted like he won some prize. Then that cold-glass pop slid between her thighs, chilled metal pressing in. The eggs? Hell if it mattered once she tilted and took both cold surprises at once. She rode that long, hard shaft, her cream-slicked pussy smacking down on him, until one yolk split open and dribbled right over her clit. Slick ran everywhere. She didn’t slow down, fucked the boy stupid with that messy mess greasing every stroke. He moaned, loud, because Molly gripped tight and kept working him till the rest cracked and his load pulsed up her heat.