Dinner time finally approaches, and you begin cooking up some chicken.
Blackfire stays reclined on the couch, watching you work. Every few minutes, she tells you what to add to make it the way she likes it.
After about ten minutes, you finish preparing the chicken. You set out a place mat on the table, light some candles, and serve the chicken on a porcelain platter. Blackfire gets up and joins you, spreading cloth napkins on her chest and lap so that she doesn't make a mess of herself.
You are proud of your work. The chicken's skin is crisp and zesty, and the meat is tender and juicy. You and Blackfire quickly eat up all six chicken legs you prepared, and she wipes her lips on one of her napkins. She then scoots her chair back and stands up. As a gentleman, you also stand.
"So, Saffire," she says, "what would you like for dessert?"
She heads over to the refridgerator and opens up the freezer unit. She embraces to cold air that flows onto her bare body. She then takes out two cartons of ice cream, one chocolate, one strawberry. She holds them up in front of her, and with her facial expression, asks which one you would like to have.
"Strawberry," you answer. "We've had chocolate so many times before."
Blackfire returns the chocolate ice cream to the freezer and closes the door. With the strawberry carton in hand, she returns to you at the table.
With a spoon in one hand and the carton in the other, Blackfire scoops out some strawberry ice cream and feeds it to you. You love the cold, sweet cream, and smile at your smiling wife. You take a second spoon, and scoop out some and feed it to her.
"Mmm~!" she squeals. "Yummy~!"
She holds the carton closer to her chest as the two of you scoot your chairs closer together. The condensation of the carton gets on her bare skin, and the cold chill excites her. Her body tenses, her toes curl, and she bites her lower lip.
You two continue to go back and forth, she feeding you and you feeding her. The heat of her body warms the ice cream carton, and the icy condensation melts on to her skin, and her chest starts to glisten in the dim light of the candles. You can tell her bosom is becoming perkier from the cold of the ice cream, and that her warmth has made the ice cream become more like a "milkshake", as the humans call it. Soon, you two are more or less drinking the ice cream rather than eating it.
"Oh, I've got an idea~," Blackfire sing-songs. She leads you to the bedroom, and ushers you on to the bed. She tips the carton, and strawberry milkshake pours on to her body. The cold chill sends a powerful shock of excitement up and down her body, a cute little moan escaping her mouth.
You lick your lips, then commence licking up the ice cream. Her plump little bosoms got the most of the milkshake, and you pay close attention to that area. For several minutes, maybe close to half an hour, you and her are locked in sensual yet sloppy ice cream play, then make a seamless transition to full-blown love-making. Her kisses taste of the ice cream, and her skin is cool from the milkshake. You warm each other with each wrapping embrace.
For the fourth time today, you and Blackfire reach your peak together, but this fourth time is the best time! You and Blackfire repeatedly tell the other "I love you" for perhaps another hour before the two of you drift off to sleep.
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