BUSTY BEAUTY GETS CREAMPIE
Title: The Sinful Surrender of a Gingernut Gingerbread Girl
The very moment that voluptuous vixen Vivian walked into the bakery, it felt like the air was sucked out of the room. Her fiery red hair bounced and swayed with each step, drawing every eye to her smoking hot body.stacked with massive mammaries that strained against her tight top. hips flared out into the most divine derriere, making all the boys wish they were sweet cream on her plump peach. Despite her foxy appearance, Vivian had a shy, girl-next-door charm that made her all the more alluring.
Behind the counter, young baker Bryan’s heart raced like a tart trainee ascending the jelly roll. Viv’s tubular torso twisted his tongue into silent stutters. As she approached, her ruby red lips upturned in a naughty little grin, revealing a playful, druggified gleam in her emerald eyes. “Hi there,” she purred, leaning in close. The scent of sugar bombs and sensuality wafted over him, making his boner bake at full temperature.
“Are you b-baking anything… special for me today?” Vivian asked teasingly, batting her long lashes and slowly uncrossing her legs, revealing a tantalizing vixen of her milky thighs.
Bryan’s voice cracked like a broken strudel. “I-I’m making a gingerbread girl. An extra special one. Insides filled with sticky glaze.” His eyes darted up to rest on her creamy mounds threatening to burst from her blouse. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow as he pictured_Vivian’s tongue lapping up the sweet unemployed from his sloping spire.
“Mmm, can I take a taste? Let me lick it before you cook it,” Vivian murmured breathily, reaching out to caress his thigh. The contact made Bryan’s tower flare to full attention, throbbing almost painfully against his apron.
“C-c’mon. Let’s go check out the gingerbread girl in the back,” he stammered, urgent need painting his cheeks cherry red.
Leading her into the kitchen, Bryan was rejoining by the way Vivian’s hips flowed like warm honey, drawing him in. He reached out to grasp her hand, that intoxicating scent of spice and lust wrapping around him tighter than the celophane on a half-dozen Gino’s. As they entered the cool kitchen, he pulled her close, his heart hammering against the cage of his bones. “Oh honey, I know what I want.” “M.. ,” her lips were like creamy icing, her huge racks pressing against his aching abdomen. Vivian moaned into the kiss like a horny werewolf, groping at his spasming spire. His fingers roamed and kneaded the rolling hills of her bubbly bottom, while her muscular thighs pinned his pulsating pipe to the ovens with hot pressure.
Breaking the embrace, Vivian shrugged off her tight coat, revealing the most spectacular cake of cleavage he had ever seen, topped with erect cherries crinkled tight and just begging to be unwrapped. She slid forward onto her haunches, licking a long, slow stripe up his firestarter rod that made him quiver like a jelly man suffering from rigor mortis. Her sultry gaze held contact as she took him into the oven of her mouth, the velvety wet heat threatening to suck his tomorrow out sofort. Her lush lips caressed the velvet hardness while her dexterous hands kneaded his hairy sugar mounds, sending bolts of baked lunacy up his spine.
Vivian picked up the pace, yo-yoing his yam hammer in and out of her plump lips, building to a grueling crescendo. His cock was throbbing so intensely, he was afraid his pine-nut orgy might burst at any second and spray his baby batter all over her sweet face. With a last, mean suck, she released him from her hungry mouth and shot him the cheeky grin of a baker who knew she’d nailed the cream puff’s stiffening core. Vivian pushed Bryan to the nearest floured surface and reposition in the classic baker’s block position, her pussy dripping with lusty dough.
Mounting up, Vivian slid her soaked dough down onto his holy commune, enveloping his steely pipe in warm penile ecstasy. Her heavy bunnies bounced wildly as she rode him with wild abandon, moaning like her sugar needs could never be met. Each rise and fall of her sweet bread pumped his stack to kingdom come. Her voluptuous valley of arms crushed his face into her pillowy blossoms while her lush nether region duty dolted key frozen yogurt north. “Give me your ooey gooey! Fill my fruity whirl inside!” Vivian shrieked rapturously, like a succulent sacrifice begging for the altar’s offering.
Bryan felt his hips piston at a frantic pace, sweat glistening off his short-change spiracles. The feeling of Viv’s hot honey holes milking his stacked chai spread stick was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was approaching sugar bomb level of sweetness. As his balls clenched tight, ready to spray down the stairway, Vivian encouraged them both on. “Cum in me, daddy, give me your hot, sticky filling to drip down my dessert box!” Her words tipped him over the cakescum, and he exploded into a crescendo of baked cream, shooting thick ropes chased custard into her hot well like cream in a pie crust.
Spent, Viv collapsed onto his chest, their bodies sticky with muffin mix and sweat. Purring like a baker boy in her caramel clutches, she whispered, “Mmm… I can get used to this sticky icing for breakfast.” They snuggled together, covered in the aftermath of their naughty tiramisu, the smell of sweet cream blending with their most intimate odors. It was the perfect end to a truly sinful confection.
