You're sitting there in your lace panties, aren't you, sweetie? Your hands folded, your head down. Good sissy boy. You don’t remember when it started. But you know one thing now — you love the taste of vanilla. Warm vanilla… thick and slow-dripping… just like step-step-daddy’s cock when he pulls out of a whore’s mouth. And now, I’ve got this ice cream cone in my hand. Long. Stiff. Rising up like a hard-on. You’re staring at it, aren’t you? Can’t look away. And I know what you’re really seeing. That’s not dessert, slut. That’s cock. And you’re going to suck it like you were born to.