She has a wild smile on her face, like a child who has been given permission to jump in a mud puddle or throw a full glass of juice onto the floor. Sh... continues “painting” my tit with the cake until her hand is completely covered in it and I can feel the cake start to dry and flake off. “Don’t make too much of a mess, pet,” J says, “you’re only going to have to clean it up.” Several guests laugh at this and I look down and mumble, “Yes, Sir.” Another guest comes forward with his cake and. I got him to place my phone underneath so it was getting a great view of my cum leaking ass and pussy then he got in position he was a gentleman and checked to make sure that he wasn’t blocking the camera and asked if he could fuck me now. Of course was the reply. He eased the fat head past my very swollen lips then withdrew and rubbed it up and down my lips and slapped my clit a few times then repeated it again and again each time more cream would dribble out and each tap made me gasp and moan. I slurpped down my drink to the vaguely juniper flavored ice water in the bottom and decided not to order another when Bob reappeared. He slipped in beside me with his back to the counter, I looked into his smiling face and half rose to relinquish his seat."That's okay, you stay there, it won't hurt me to stand awhile," he said, and with a gentle hand on my knee he guided he back onto the barstool. Then he handed over a business card, saying, "I remembered that I had some of these in my. Heviya hated herself for the next words but she knew she could not stand another rape of her injured pussy. "Please, Cor, I can not take another... I can not have sex..., I promise, I will be good and give you... I mean I will ... blow you really good I swear." "I...I...I..." he imitated her nervous patter. "No chance sweetie, making out with you has really gotten me horny and cumming down your throat did not quite take the edge off. Plus it was a real torture for me waiting on that gook bitch.