Very tasty ice cream

– Thank you, Dave

Olivia reached out to take her ice cream, but Otto had other ideas

– Olivia, I see you're tired, so how about you hold the bowl for me and I'll feed you?

The fact that Olivia wanted to please her stepson, for her husband, she agreed to it

– I don't see any problem with this

She cupped her hands next to her breasts and Otto placed a bowl of ice cream. To Olivia's surprise, he sat on her thighs, facing her, smiling like an ugly bastard of the highest order. Their bodies were really close together, but far enough to notice that the space in between was filled with Olivia's enormous jugs, almost touching Otto's fat, non muscled body. Olivia began to smell a terrible musty smell from Otto's unchanged, old, poor-quality clothes and his constantly sweating, buttery, pimple-riddled skin and a musky smell straight from the ice cream that smacks and gnaws at your nose. Mustard mayo which she has already experienced, because remember that she is still covered in this shit, but the idiot didn't combine the scents. Otto's 24/7 cheesy morning breath didn't help either, which was constantly exhaled into her face and nostrils. The accumulation of that sour, vinegary smell made her eyes water, she wanted to say something, but of course that would be rude, so she didn't. She didn't even have time to look closely at her ice cream. The only sensible solution was to simply close your eyes. Otto liked it, since he had one free hand anyway, he started recording it.

– Olivia, since you closed your eyes, we can play a game called "Good girl". Follow every of my instructions in 100% so that you can enjoy the ice cream

– Okay, I trust you - Olivia never have a son made her think it was just a bonding activity.

– And it's better to keep it that way– he ordered, because he felt unpunished – and one more thing, salted caramel ice cream is one of the best and it is often believed that people who don't like it are weirdos. You're not a weirdo, are you?

– Of course not

– Then you'll love the taste. You have to, otherwise you're a weirdo - he teased her openly - But remember that you cannot do anything unless I give you permission directly, you must obey me completely. Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue

She did it immediately.

– Good girl

Even Olivia was surprised by this answer. Otto had a perfect view of her oral cavity. Thick, fleshy, wet tongue, you can see that her taste buds are working at full speed and are sensitive. Snow-white, shiny teeth, however, only now could he see that in some places they were stuck to his pubes. Looking at the ice cream, he was sure that the number of these black nematodes would increase 10 times. He looked deeper and all he could think of was this.

–"Tight but deep throat. Perfect"

It's all surrounded, like a frame around a picture, by her lips. Those full, wet, suckable, vacuum lips. He poured a portion.

– Get ready for the best ice cream experience of your life

He put the spoon into her mouth

– You can lick now

She licked and put the contents on her tongue, played with it a little, making sweet sounds like a child, and after a while her tongue froze. Only now were her taste buds transmitting information about the taste of it, her little bird brain probably needed some time to process the information. olivia looked so... pathetic and stupid. She opened her eyes slightly and you could see that she was squinting. Which caused the sour, vinegary smell to enter her eyes again, causing them to water. Otto almost wanted to laugh in her face, but of course he held back. He moved the camera closer to her eyes and inside her mouth to show the white snot still on her stiffened tongue. Otto had looked at it long enough and wanted to continue, so he patted her cheek a few times, but it didn't help. He did it once more forcefully and the white piece just fell down her throat.

– W-what happened? - she asked wearily

– Olivia yes, it tasted so good that your mind flew away, I told you that this ice cream was delicious. It means you're not weird, because remember who you are if you don't like them, a weirdo

Olivia tried to analyze what happened, but why if she had Dev who was her voice of reason from now on, he wouldn't lie to her. Although she couldn't get that strange taste out of her mouth and the aura of Otto's sweat and other bad smells still bothered her.

– Shall we continue? It was only the first portion

– Sure – she still wanted to imitate him, because he wouldn't like a person who gives up – you must know that he believes in the principle that food should not be wasted

– Okay, I'll remember - he started taking a second spoon and when he saw what kind of portion it was, he immediately ordered it - Close your eyes - Olivia liked this order because she was going to do it again anyway - and hop, second spoon