Give Elsie some soft serve

"Let go!" Elsie protested weakly, but made no other move.

David's balls were beginning to ache. The deranged pervert needed some relief. He pushed the young woman back into her ice cream truck. There was a freezer with popsicles on one side, and a stainless steel table with a softserve machine on the other.

A dim bulb lit up in the moron's head. He reached over and forcibly turned the soft serve machine so that the spout pointed down at the table.

"What are you doing? Seriously, are you a cop or something?" Elsie kept protesting just as the gross pervert grabbed her again and ripped off her striped skirt and white panties.

David threw Elsie in her bottomless state on the steel table so that her legs straddled both sides of the soft serve machine and her head hung off the table at crotch level. He reached forward to pull the lever, and two coils of soft server spiralled down to the ice cream girl's exposed nether parts.

"Eeek! Cold, cold, cold, glmph..."

Elsie protests were cut short as David's unwashed, stinking cock slid into her mouth and **** itself into her throat.

"I can tell you know your ice cream," David said. "But I've got a special flavour just for you."

Her head was hanging off the steel table and bouncing against it as his cock went in.

He couldn't reach the soft serve lever anymore while throatfucking the ice cream girl on the ice , but she was already thrashing meekly from the stubbornly unmelting soft serve on her soft bits. David tore off her top.

Elsie grunted in protest, unable to dislodge the cock in her throat and the soft serve on her privates.

There was a bin of sprinkles and bottles of chocolate, caramel, and strawberry sauce by the fucktable. The idiot grabbed two handfuls, almost letting his cock drop out of the girl's throat, and started mashing sprinkles into one tit and spraying the ice cream girl with caramel sauce all the while throatfucking to his mewling pleasure.