With a cherry inside

The gross underarchiever was not one for staying power, so his cock was soon squirting scoops of cum in the ice cream girl's mouth. He let his sticky cock trail down Elsie's cheek as she coughed through cum in her hanging head position.

"Yuck," she finally said, still naked in the ice cream truck and drenched with sprinkles, caramel, and soft serve. "Your cum's disgusting. Don't you ever bathe?"

"Hey!" David didn't like being reminded of his hygiene gaps, so he sprayed some caramel sauce at Elsie's face and eyes, making her spittle with droplets of cum.

"That stings, you jerk!" she yelled with her eyes closed, but David's hand was already full of maraschino cherries from the cherry jar. If Elsie wasn't wet from the perverted intercourse, the soft serve over her pussy worked badly enough as a lubricant.

The keys were in the ignition. David pushed the cherries inside Elsie and let her squirm on the serving table as he drove further into town.