It’s the Fourth of July, and we’re having a heat wave.

Our clothes are clinging to us like second skins.

Every fan we own is on and blowing, yet nothing helps to keep us cool. I go for a tall, cold glass of iced tea and a cherry Popsicle. I sit back down and try to relax, but to no avail. My clothes are so sticky that I decide to strip. In an effort to keep cool, I continue to suck on my cherry Popsicle. After a few minutes pass, I get a small surprise. A couple of drops from the Popsicle fall on my left breast. What a great feeling! I get an idea.

All this while, my husband is taking a shower, trying to keep himself cool. When he finishes drying off, he comes out to a very cool scene. He sees me and my cherry Popsicle doing some very refreshing things together.

I rub the Popsicle on my nipples.

Oh, what a feeling! I feel the coolness of the Popsicle working on my breasts.

One problem: I am getting hot between my legs. So I run the Popsicle down my body, leaving a cherry trail right down to my very hot box. I rub the tip of the Popsicle over my clit and go crazy. I slowly push the head of the ice pop into my pussy in an effort to cool down.

As you can imagine, it isn’t working very well. The cherry ice has become my newest obsession. I’m losing all control. At this point I have my eyes closed. I can see nothing but the heat wave. My cherry Popsicle has all my attention. I am pumping it in and out of my pussy at a slow and cooling rate.

But after a few minutes of this, I open my eyes to a mind-shattering picture — my husband and his huge, rock-hard dick, standing right in front of me and my pussy. He is mesmerized by my cherry Popsicle and my pussy juices mixing together. I tell him to get down on his knees, then I make him suck off all of my juice from the Popsicle. Then I start all over again by reinserting what’s left of the ice pop into my hot, dripping pussy.

I make him fuck my brains out with the ice. Right after a cherry-blowing, mind-bending orgasm, I make him feed me my come-covered snack as he goes down on me. He eats my pussy like it is the last meal on earth.

He runs his tongue all over my clit, licking up every last drop of my cherry come, making me come all over again. After this second mind-blowing orgasm, he eats my pussy clean, not leaving a single drop of come or Popsicle.

Talk about Fourth of July fireworks!