Butter-Pecan, Tons.

"OK, Here's the first scoop!" Anna says, and puts it at the back of the long V between the top of Jean's two huge knockers, and Jean too jumps a bit in surprise at how cold it is, but does not drop it.

"Ooooh that's chilly!" She exclaims as she waits for Anna to put on the next scoop.

"Same flavor or a different one?" Anna asks, but Jean just giggles.

"You're the one eating it!" Jean responds mirthfully, tossing the ball back into Anna's court, who decides that she would prefer more of the same so as not to get the flavors mixed and looks hard at the first scoop, matching it to the Butter-Pecan tub and grabbing another big dollop. Jean doesn't jump this time, she already knows what the ice cream will feel like and is prepared, but it nearly slides off the front of her bosom before she pushes them up and alerts Anna to push it back.

"Anna, it's slipping!" She cries a split second after her lover turns away towards the toppings and Anna just manages to catch it with the ice cream scoop and put it back where it belongs.

Just out of curiosity Anna asks a question about the near disaster. "If it had fallen, what would you have done?" She queries, and looking hard into her eyes Jean comes up with the answer her lover was hoping to hear.

"Made you get another scoop, eat them both, then slurp the melted one off the floor." Jean replies, playing the strict Dom her lover needs her to be when they are alone, even though it does not come naturally: YET.

"I thought so." Anna says with a smile and goes to get the toppings again.

Anna is soon back with the caramel drizzle, chopped pecans, and rainbow sprinkles, and carefully but thoroughly covers the swiftly melting scoops of Butter-Pecan with first sprinkles, then caramel, and lastly still more Pecan pieces, before beginning to lick, suck, and lap up the ice cream that is trying to run out over the edge of her new Mistress's giant tits and down onto her pudgy little tummy that almost looks like Jean has a 'Baby Bump' even though Anna knows that not only is her Mistress/Best Friend/Lover 'on the pill' but always uses a condom and diaphragm too: though even so it would not be wholly beyond possibility were it not for the fact Jean has been 'in a drought' for 5 months and having regular periods right along.

By the time all the ice cream has been lapped up and Jean's thoroughly sticky bod given a complete and expert tongue bath, both of the girls are shivering from the chill of the parlor and the ice cream they have 'worn'/ingested, though the whole erotic day plays a big part too, and each of them thinks independently: ~Should we get dressed now?~