This little cake slut went to the market and couldn't wait to get all the way home. And such a filthy bitch she is with graffiti on her tits.

No fucking around here. Straight to blind-folded head dunking into a pot of custard.

The first nine minutes are overexposed but were too hot not to include. I rip my black pantyhose like a hungry beast and mess them up with pale custard and pastry. Major lighting gaffs aside, the messy foreplay leaves me edged in a primal state of arousal.

It's so fucking obscene. Pussy juice clings to my thigh before impaling my slutty cunt. More custard dribbles down directly over my gash. Gagged like a pathetic little bitch, I smash more sweet things over my face, all while fucking my cunt like no tomorrow. Moans were muffled not.

Seriously, why do I still decide to publish these? I get the feeling caressing my clit while watching them may play a role. Edged is the best state of mind for any sort of life decision after all.

Tangent aside, after a fast and furious cum on the filling-slicked feeldoe, I lube my ass with custard and shove a thick glass rod up my anus to a chorus of dry sobbing. Just as well there's opera in the background. But as soon as that fucker's in, it's like the struggle never happened. I'm always so proud of my anal achievements.

The solid shaft jostles around all my pleasure points, and out of carnal-induced delusion, I deny myself an assgasm and work my doe back up my greedy cunt. With the gag, that makes every hole airtight. It's almost too much, but I carry on, knowing the massive orgasm from such misuse makes it all worth it.

Thoughts while I watched this: Such a sloppy fucking fuckslut. I bet she imagines being reduced to just a set of holes on a slow simmer like a fine red wine reduction until she's a glistening mess of all sorts of sexual fluid and cake.

And like the horny pervert I am, I cum to those filthy thoughts topped with the light, creamy sensation of more cake to the face.

In the throes of the cum-down, I rip off the gag and inhale big breaths of fresh, sugary air only to continue to punish myself by devouring the cake that started this mess hands-free. Yes, the cake I fucked up by adding the ingredients in the wrong order, creating a monster that definitely is not the sponge it set out to be.

Of course there's also ass to mouth. If I spend time cleaning out my ass, I'm going to enjoy it and suck it all off with the cake and custard.

As exhausted as I am, I still have it in me to cum one more time while tugging my pleated pigtails. But since I dumped out all the remaining custard which was the lube, I stick to cuntal full-frontal for arguably the biggest orgasm of the bunch. Every nerve is on fire from the sensation overload--just the perfect mix of filth, sensuality and urgency.

Sated, I strip and roll around the mess naked with a grin that will stay there until the urge hits again. Bonus footage at the end of smashing a choux into my gagged face.