Happy Hour and Twelve Minutes
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Ella and Van in the elevator eating ice cream, among other things. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Oral Sex Illustrated .
Ella: Are we moving?
Van: Hard to tell. Did you press the button?
Ella: I think so.
Van: You don’t remember?
Ella: You might have distracted me.
Van: How so? My suave aftershave? My magnificent manliness?
Ella: Ha, ha. No, your triple, or is it quadruple scoop cone.
Van: I happen to like ice cream.
Ella: So it seems. Do you always get vanilla?
Van: I prefer it.
Ella: Kind of a cliché, though, isn’t it?
Van: How so?
Ella: You know.
Van: No, I don’t. Please enlighten me.
Ella: Black man, white pussy.
Van: Ah.
Ella: Does that mean it’s true?
Van: As a matter of fact.
Ella: Ah.
Van: So does your choice of chocolate indicate...
Ella: White girl, black cock?
Van: And the answer is...
Ella: As a matter of fact, as they say.
Van: Mine, you might be interested, is considerably bigger than that kiddie scoop.
Ella: How do you know I haven’t pigged it all down?
Van: Good point.
Ella: So are you going to push the button? To make up for my possible lapse.
Van: I suppose I should.
Ella: Otherwise we might be here all day. Or forever. Whichever comes first.
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