A creamy desert

The waiter looked down at Betty, licked his lips, and hurried away with a huge smile on his face.

"Archie, please..." Betty begged the red-headed boy.

"A promise is a promise, isn't that right, Reg?"

Reggie slurped his Coke, "Right you are, Buddy!"

The boys had just finished their deserts when the waiter returned with a small ice cream glass. He set it down in front of Betty. "I think this is what the young lady ordered," he grinned at Archie.

"Are you sure that it's fresh?" Archie was having a hard time not laughing.

"I just milked it myself. It's still warm!" The waiter stood hovering over Betty.

"Well, Betty, the waiter is waiting..." Archie gave the blonde a jab in the ribs.

Slowly, Betty lifted the glass, brought it to her lips, closed her eyes, and let the glob of cum run into her mouth. Silently, she swallowed.

"Waiter," Archie was grinning from ear to ear, "do you like hot dogs?"

"Well, sure I do," the waiter was puzzled now.

"I think if we all go into the back room, Betty would be happy to share her hot dog with you."

Betty turned, pleading, to Archie, "You wouldn't..."

"Lead the way!" Archie ordered.