Mat made Emma a batch of brownies.

“Mmm, these are great,” Emma said. “I bet they’d be even greater with a little whipped cream on top.”

“Aw, I didn’t pick up any whipping cream,” Mat said.

“Lucky for you, I did. There’s two cans of it in the refrigerator.”

Back from the refrigerator, Mat gave a can to Emma. “One for you and one for me.” He held the nozzle of his can to his brownie and released an avalanche of cream.

“Oh, Mat, I said a little on top. You’ve drowned the poor thing.”

“But so yummy,” Mat said, between big bites. “Mmm. Great idea about the whipped cream.” He took up his can and splurched some onto Emma’s nose.

“Now you’ve done it,” Emma said. “This means war.” She shook her whip cream can vigorously, then pressed the release nozzle. Mounds of cream splattered against Mat’s face.

In retaliation, Mat pressed his nozzle. The can ejaculated a hiss of frothy air and a watery dribble.

“See! That’s what you get,” Emma declared, after which she judiciously decorated Mat’s nose, ears, chest, and cock with what remained in her can.

“Do you surrender?”

“I do, I do,” Mat said, raising his hand. “I guess you win.”

“Yup,” Emma announced. “And to the victor belongs the spoils.” She proceeded to lick, kiss, and suck the cream from Mat’s nose, ears, chest, and cock. She spent an especially long and thorough time on Mat’s cock and as a reward got an extra helping of cream.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips.

Mat sighed. “But you know what?” he said with a smile. “I think I may have won after all.”