The ice cream cone was chocolate-flavored, the syrup a dark brown, dripping onto her skin as white as snow. No matter how you looked at it, it was an unsettling sight.
Because it was so displeasing to the eye, he stared at it for a long while, his handsome brows furrowing in displeasure. Eloise felt as uncomfortable as a little rabbit being eyed by a wild wolf. With her lips tightly pressed together, she said, full of caution, "I won't eat it."
After a moment, Isidore lifted his eyelids, casting a heavy, intense gaze at her. He spoke briefly, his tone commanding: "Continue eating, don't waste it."
"I won't eat it, I can't." More and more of the melting syrup dripped onto Eloise's cheeks and the corners of her mouth, making her shiver from the cold. The sticky, damp discomfort gave her face an expression of reluctant distress, as though she were being tormented.
Her once clean, delicate face now soiled, it looked rather pitiful. Isidore's eyes deeply and leaned down to suck the sweet juice from her lips, then her ears, then her neck, then her collarbone, and then...
Eloise couldn't escape from him. She knew she was the prey caught in his trap, bound and helpless. Sighing in resignation, she gently tapped his cheekbone with her head. "Can you stop at a less... exposed spot? This is the side of the road."
Isidore had no saintly patience. At that moment, he casually pulled his arm back, and a white sunshade dropped down, firmly blocking the front window.
The light in the car grew dimmer, yet more ambiguous. "Mm... and the side window..." Eloise, with a beating heart, gazed anxiously outside, only to have her attention drawn back by his movements. She was caught in a bind, for even her reminders were of no use.
Isidore kissed the area that was covered by her clothes, grabbed the loose collar and pulled it down, revealing a bothersome light blue lace bra underneath. He peeled it off like a banana, blocking the way for the full breasts below, pushing up the breast flesh and making the breasts even more erect.
The crystal-clear, rounded nipples resembled the summit of a snow-capped mountain, though without the sharp peak, with a single red plum yet to bloom atop it.
Isidore brushed the remaining ice cream between his tongue and lips, scooping out a small ball and holding it in his mouth without swallowing. Instead, he wrapped his lips around the top of the breast, allowing the ice cream to come into full contact with the flesh and get crushed. Then, he slowly melted and spread it with his tongue and the warmth of her nipple.
Then slowly, bit by bit, savor it, and swallow it down. The golden head shifted its angle, leisurely creating a teasing itch.
Eloise's nipples were exceptionally sensitive; she could feel Isidore's warm, tender mouth, and also the grainy texture of crushed ice between her skin and his lips. The alternating warmth and cold, the mingling of sensations, almost drove her to madness.
Stimulated, her nipples stood up in that moment, only to be played with even more delightfully. And with her arms spread wide, exposing her breasts in the air, the complete helplessness of being at someone else's mercy took away her sense of security. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Isidore grasped her rounded shoulder, gently pressing down, his thin lips briefly curling, then lifting his head to lick the corner of his mouth and say, "You're so sweet." Eloise wanted to strangle him. If looks could kill, Isidore would already be dead from the force of her glare.
Sadly, her gaze held no power to harm. Isidore blinked his eyelashes, and his gaze traveled down her slender body. Eloise nervously clenched her legs together: "Don't look! There's no ice cream there!"
Isidore found it strange that she could be so naïve, and calmly said, "Soon, you will." He forcefully parted her legs, lifted her skirt, and pulled down the matching blue lace underwear with her bra, finally realizing why she was so panicked.
The crotch of the silk underwear had spread out a considerable patch of dampness, soaking the fabric into a deep color, while the soft flesh against which the underwear was pressed was a muddy mess, reflecting glistening water droplets. Isidore's mouth twitched: "Good, it seems that we don't need to do too much foreplay."
He heard that girls need to rest for two or three days after their first time, yet hers quickly recovered to its previous state, like a tender, white peach, smooth and flawless as before. Wouldn't that be considered a natural gift?
Eloise's face turned as red as a tomato, and her lower body, unbound, moved like a fish, swaying about. Although it was of no real use, at least it was a physical expression of her refusal to cooperate. Isidore clicked his tongue and pressed her down. "Be careful, the liquid might drip and dirty the car."
Well, he picked up the ice cream cone himself and held it above Eloise's crotch, turning his wrist over, not caring about the dirt on the car. The remaining ice cream had almost melted into a thick, watery soup, easily sliding off and dripping with a "plop" onto Eloise's soft, tender inner thigh.
"Mm!" The dripping sweet syrup was as thick as wax, only it was cold wax, serving some kind of unusual yet similar "purpose." The moment it touched her skin, it was impossible to tell whether it was hot or cold, as her nerves were sharply jarred.
Then the cold juice, like ants, crept up from the bottom towards the crack, penetrating deeper into the closed vagina as it climbed upwards. So cold, so itchy! "Half-dead" was probably the best way to describe Eloise in her current state. She felt so miserable that she wanted to die, but couldn't.
That feeling was subtle, impossible to grasp in its essence, yet it undeniably tormented her nerves. Eloise couldn't bear it and furrowed her small face, turning to her only source of help. "Help—help me wipe it off! It feels awful."
Isidore swallowed quietly, his Adam's apple moving with a sensual smoothness. He croaked, "Okay," then propped himself up on the cushions of his chair, leaned forward, and stuck out his tongue to give a solid lick to Eloise's vagina.
Eloise had guessed he would do that, but when he actually did, she felt as if she were about to lose her mind. She stretched her neck to look down and saw the smooth, strong neck beneath his thin shirt, along with the muscles rising on his back.
Moistening her dry, sore throat, she couldn't bear to look and closed her eyes, weakly collapsing against the back of the chair, gasping for breath. While enduring the strange sensation, she couldn't help but think, in confusion: "How could someone who's the boss like to lick that spot so much? Isn't that a bit too rough?"
When she licked to a certain extent, her slender legs instinctively squeezed together, and she couldn't help whimpering in a low voice, "No, don't, not there!" Isidore thought her noisy, didn't even look up as he stuffed the remaining crispy ice cream cone into her mouth.
Eloise, with her mouth full of broken cone pieces and chocolate, let out a flood of release amidst the twitching in her lower abdomen. Isidore swallowed the last mouthful of sweet, cloying liquid, then moved up to kiss her lips.
Eloise was startled, "That's disgusting! You messy creature! After licking that place, how dare you come kiss me!' Isidore furrowed his brow. "I don't mind your own stuff, so why should you mind mine?" He pinched the sides of her face and forcibly kissed her.
The piece of chocolate in Eloise's mouth melted, its bittersweet flavor sliding down both of their throats.
Isidore sat up, spread his legs apart, fingered himself a few times, and his stiff penis was about to be inserted into her pussy. Eloise was terrified. Where on earth was this place? Not only was it indecent in broad daylight, but it was also an outdoor indecency!
Her eyes darted nervously to the side, her soul nearly flying out of her body in fright: just then, a road steward in a uniform vest was walking toward them! Just as she was about to scream, a large hand covered her mouth. Isidore leaned close to her ear and quickly whispered, "The window is special; I've made it so that nothing can be seen from the outside. As long as you don't make a sound, he won't know anyone's inside the car."
In such a short time, Eloise had no chance to question whether his words were true or false; she could only forcefully swallow the scream that was about to escape her lips. Her wide eyes, filled with terror, watched as the angry steward drew nearer and nearer, eventually stopping at the car door and casting a puzzled glance inside.
In that instant, Eloise's heart raced at full speed. From her angle, her gaze met his just perfectly. Yet the man seemed not to see her at all. His eyes darted around, peering at several angles, before he finally raised his hand and knocked a few times on the window. "Is anyone inside?"
Isidore whispered in her ear with a breathy voice, "See? I didn't lie to you."
