She ordered her usual. A large cinnamon roll, dripping with icing and an extra tub of icing. She sat in a noticeable spot in the food court, though she didn’t look around.
She took the tub of icing and with a loud moan, opened the lid. Her tongue swirled around the remains on the cover. A look of ecstasy on her face. She placed the lid carefully on the table. With one finger, she swirled the icing, around and around. She plunged a finger into the center and gasped. Several people looked at her, she didn’t notice. Methodically, slowly, she fingered the icing. First one finger, then two. In and out, she worked it. She let out a sigh and lifted two iced fingers from the tub.
The translucent icing dripped from her fingers. She placed them to her mouth and began to slowly lick the frosting. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she thrust both fingers into her mouth, almost gagging in the process. A devilish smile crossed her lips as she withdrew her fingers.
Her focus shifted to the cinnamon roll. Steam still rising from the fresh-from-the-oven baked good. She bent down and inhaled deeply. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight. She took her finger and traced the center of the roll, teasing, and taunting the edges. Her breath was quick little gasps. She stuck in one finger, then two and moaned. With a wicked grin, she pulled slowly, deliberately and the center of the roll popped out.