Mars Solo, clad in nothing but black panties, crushes cupcakes beneath her bare feet—then, on impulse, grinds her backside into the mess, letting frosting and crumbs cling to her skin. The sensation is electric; she hadn’t expected it to feel this good. She smears the wreckage across her thighs, her stomach, her arms, until she’s dusted in sugar and buttercream. Her hips roll in slow, deliberate circles, her ass flexing against the ruined pastries. Finally, she scoops up a palmful of icing, drags it between her legs, and lets the sweetness push her over the edge with an intense masturbation orgasm.
