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Peaches & Cream
You and Cartman, had turned a lazy Saturday night into a full blown horror marathon. Empty chip bags and soda cans littered the coffee table, but the bowl of popcorn between you on the couch was still half full. Or at least it was until Cartman's elbow jostled it right into your lap.
Popcorn kernels scattered across your thighs, tumbling into the folds of your shorts. "Damn it, Eric!" You snapped, brushing at the mess with your hands.
"My bad," he muttered, not sounding sorry at all. Instead of helping clean up, he reached over, scooped a handful of the stray pieces from your lap, and popped them straight into his mouth. He chewed with that smug grin of his, eyes locked on the screen like nothing happened.
"You're gross," you said, shooting him a glare.
"What? I don't let food go to waste," Cartman shrugged. Without warning, he leaned in closer, his face hovering over your lap. His tongue darted out, licking up a kernel directly from the fabric of your shorts, his breath hot against your skin.
A spark ignited low in your belly. Watching him like that gave you an idea. You pushed his shoulder lightly. "I'll be right back."
In the kitchen, you grabbed a tub of vanilla ice cream, a can of peaches in syrup, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. You carried it all back to the living room, setting it the coffee table with a smirk. Eric paused the movie, eyeing the spread with raised eyebrows.
"What's all this for?" He asked.
"You're clearly hungry," you said. "So I figured I'd feed you something better."
"You want to feed me?" He leaned back.
"Mhm." Without breaking eye contact, you stood up, hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, and slid them down your hips. Your top followed, leaving you completely bare on the couch. Your full breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already hardening in the cool air, and the soft curls between your thighs glistened faintly under the TV's light. "Just don't ruin the sofa, okay?"
Cartman didn't waste time. Grabbing the whipped cream, he shook the can and sprayed a generous swirl around each of your nipples, the white foam contrasting sharply against your skin. He drizzled chocolate syrup over the top, letting it ooze down the curves of your breasts like warm rivers.
His mouth descended slowly, tongue flicking out to lap at the chocolate first. He sucked one nipple into his wet heat, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. The whipped cream melted under his assault, smearing across his lips as he devoured it all, switching to the other breast with sloppy, eager licks. Your back arched off the cushions, fingers threading into his messy hair.
"Fuck, Eric," you breathed, heat pooling between your legs as his hand trailed downward. His fingers brushed your slit, parting the slick folds with a teasing stroke. You were already soaked, your pussy throbbing from the attention to your tits.
He pulled back just enough to grab the whipped cream again, this time aiming lower. A thick dollop landed right on your clit, cool and foamy, followed by a slice of peach dipped straight into it. Eric held it up to your lips first. "Open up. Taste yourself with this."
You sucked the peach into your mouth, the sweet fruit mixing with the cream and a hint of your own arousal. It was tangy, intoxicating. "Pretty damn good," you said, licking your lips. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
That was all the invitation he needed. Eric tossed the peach aside and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue plunged into the whipped cream coating your pussy. He swirled around your clit, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips, his mustache tickling your skin as he cleaned every bit of cream from your folds.
Your hips bucked against his face, chasing the building pressure. "Oh shit, yes!” He hummed in response, the vibration sending shocks through your core. His fingers joined in, two thick digits sliding into your tight heat, curling to hit that spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cried out, thighs quivering. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your juices mixing with the remnants of cream on his chin.
But Eric wasn't done. He reached for the ice cream tub, scooping a cold spoonful and letting it melt slightly before smearing it over your still pulsing pussy. The chill made you shiver, nipples pebbling even harder. He dove back in, licking the vanilla sweetness from your slit, his tongue delving deep to scoop it up alongside your fresh arousal.
Your moans grew louder, echoing off the walls as you wrapped your legs around his neck, pulling him closer. "Eric, fuck, don't stop!" He groaned into you, the sound muffled as he sucked harder on your clit, fingers pumping in and out.
"You taste even better with ice cream," he said, pulling back just enough to grin up at you. His free hand fumbled with his jeans, unzipping them and shoving them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. He wrapped his fist around it, stroking slowly as he returned to eating you out, his pace matching the rhythm of his hand on his shaft.
The sight of him jerking off while his tongue fucked into you pushed you toward another edge. You ground against his mouth, one hand pinching your own nipple, the other gripping the couch. "Gonna cum again, Eric, make me cum on your face."
He obliged, sucking your clit with fierce pulls, his fingers thrusting deeper, faster. His strokes on his cock quickened, breaths coming in ragged pants against your skin. You shattered a second time, screaming his name as your pussy spasmed, flooding his mouth with your release.
Eric pulled away gasping, his hand a blur on his dick. "Watch me cum for you." He aimed toward your thigh, ropes of hot seed spilling over your skin in thick spurts. He milked every drop, collapsing forward to rest his head on your stomach, both of you panting in the afterglow.
The movie credits rolled unnoticed. You ran your fingers through his hair, a lazy smile on your lips. "Best snack ever."
He chuckled, nuzzling your skin. "Round two? I could go for more peaches."