I dont fuck with Jamba juice but I fucks with Ember Cobalt! Ember gives me the opportunity to create a beautiful and delicious mosaic. My canvas, their smooth slender lovely body. My medium,  sweet, juicy, ripe fruit to be smashed, stuffed and squished.   Locked in and chained up, we start off with our blessings and appreciation for each other. Because finding a connection isn't easy & finding someone you can trust is even harder. One moment our eyes are locked and next Embers face is covered in the ozzing pulp of fresh guava. Mouth stuffed with the flesh of ripe plums & peaches, berries pressed and juiced against her soft skin. The calming flow of sweet juices running down Ember is brought to a stop as the shocking rush of bananas thrashing against her butt and thighs. Our smiles bright and wide, we end our scene as Ember is sufficiently Covered and brutalized by every fruit at hand.