Squeak

by Vera Valentine

Speaking of incompatible, I wasn’t a fan of the way the redhead was currently eyeing my boyfriend.

Being able to turn into balloon animals at will wasn’t much of a superpower, all told, but it saved us a great deal on rent.

I made short work of his zipper and groaned as the heady scent of powdered sugar and latex sweetened the room. We were creatures of the carnival down to our cores, and Seb’s

arousal was a balmy night on the midway, a handful of bright balloons and the funnel-cake booth all colliding in the senses.

My tongue swept up the tempting bud of his balloon tie-knot, the playful little wrinkled ring that was quickly melting into his latex-wrapped cock. If I caught it before the shift completed, I got to take advantage of i...

his end unknotting with a snap on my tongue before hot, thin jets of funnel cake icing flowed out to soothe the sting.