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I'm on my knees right here in the middle of the living room, the afternoon light streaming through the windows. My husband's hard, warm cock is already in my hand, and I lean in to take him deep into my mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft as I begin to work my magic. The warm, salty taste of him fills my senses as I bob my head, my tongue swirling around his tip. But then, a wicked idea strikes me. I pull off with a pop, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Don't move," I whisper, scurrying over to the freezer. I return with a bright red, white, and blue popsicle, its frozen surface already starting to glisten. I give the popsicle a long, slow lick, my tongue turning red with the sweet, icy juice, then immediately wrap my chilled lips around his hot shaft. The shock of the temperature makes him cry out in pleasure. I take another suck of the popsicle, letting the cold treat melt on my tongue, then go back to his cock, alternating between the icy treat and his hot, throbbing member. The sweet cherry flavor mixes with the salty taste of his pre-cum in a perfect, delicious combination. I can feel his balls tightening and his legs starting to shake as I work him faster, using my sticky, cherry-red hand to stroke what my mouth can't cover. With a loud groan, he pulls out just in time, painting my face with thick, hot ropes of cum. It mixes with the melting popsicle drips on my chin and neck, creating a sticky, sweet-and-salty masterpiece. I look up at him with a wicked grin, slowly scooping a bit of the combined mess from my cheek with my finger and tasting it. "Much better than any popsicle," I purr. Note: This is the full version of "A Sweet Choice: Cock or Popsicle".