Cold Sweat

by Vera Valentine

The hand in my hair pulled me off my “tap” with another loud pop. I instinctually closed my eyes as Red’s punch splashed across my flushed face in thick, cold waves, running down my hairline and neck. He pulled back on my hair to make my chest arch, and angled in close to aim more thick splashes directly on my breasts. The cold glass tip nudged at my right nipple, squirting a thin, hard stream of punch at it as it pebbled. I lifted my hands to press my breasts together with a grin, knowing a tit man when I saw one. Red jerked forward, sliding his still-dribbling shaft up the valley of my breasts and fucking upwards for a few deep strokes with a hiss of pleasure. We both watched him slide through the mess of punch in my cleavage as the stream finally tapered off, slumping back heavily onto the bench. He panted heavily, grinning like an idiot and looking at me with so much affection it made me squirm as I got up off my knees.