Five loyal OF boys, now tiny frosted cupcakes lined up on the chair, begging for it. I turn around, spread my massive Latina cheeks, and drop every pound of goddess ass—SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT. Five perfect flat pancakes of cream and crumbs stuck to my skin; I wiggle, giggle, and scrape the sweet dust off with my fingers to taste my volunteers.
