She could hear the way his tone suddenly changed and hoped she realised that was the point in that course of action. Smiling, she placed the whipped cream back on the counter before running her hands up his chest. They really had to get washed, but first there was an area she could help clean before water went anywhere near it. Pulling his lips to hers by tugging at the top of his shirt, she kept their lips together until she was struggling with air.
"I think I do," she said with a smirk when she pulled back. "Now...let's get you cleaned up."
With that she slowly lowered to her knees, releasing his trousers and pulling both them and his boxers down. Laughing at some of the flour that floated into the air, she glanced up at him before moving to start her clean up. This was interesting, she had to admit, and quite a good idea despite not being thought out before hand. It took her longer than it probably should until she pulled back, but then again she had to make sure that there was not an inch of him still covered in the whipped cream. Looking up at him, she smirked a little.
"Tastes really good," she said as she licked her lips, obviously meaning the whipped cream but she couldn't resist making her tone slightly more suggestive than that.