I was in the mood for something messier than usual… so I grabbed the whipped cream. I sprayed it all over my tits, down my stomach, even between my legs—sticky, sweet, and ready to be licked. Then came the toys. My dildo slid deep into my throat, sloppy and wet, as I moaned between gasps and filthy little whispers. I was already soaked before the vibrator even touched me. My legs were shaking, my voice breathless—orgasm after orgasm, I couldn’t stop. Every time I thought I was done, I’d press it deeper, harder, until I squirted again. Covered in cream, dripping, and still aching for more. Just the way I like it.