Pink Fluff

I watch transfixed as the pink sugary strands are gently unfurled from the thin wooden stick and twisted around my thickening member.

My eyes switch their attention to the deep blue eyes, watching me with a mixture of ill-concealed mirth and satisfaction.

His deep red mouth plunges down, quite clearly savouring the mixture of my hot, salty sweat and saccharine taste of the substance he has spun around me.

I moan and he gives me a hungry, feral grin.

"Mmmm," he exclaims, licking the remnants from his lips.

I don't think I'll ever look at Candy Floss the same way.