A Sexual Fantasy
I dream of four femmes, covered in sugar-coated cream, arranging a smorgasbord full of delights that they devour with hungry eyes and devious minds, layered with desires.
One seemingly sweeter than the next, they begin to crave the taste of each other as they lick, tease, and bite, such a sumptuous delight.
I lust for femmes glazed in caramel, asses slapped with whipped cream and Jell-O running down thighs.
Covered in their own nectarous juices, they feverishly fuck as the chandelier rocks from side to side.