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7/25/2025, 2:28:52 AM
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A camera pans around an unassuming chocolate cake sitting on a kitchen counter. After a few seconds it cuts abruptly to the face of the film's star, a rather fetching young harlot who would look almost attractive if it weren't for her haphazardly cascading teeth and meth addled smile.
"You know what I like the most?" she croons, with the sort of coquettish whimper that can only come from a few hard years in a trailer park harem. "Cake farts." She then wanders around the counter, trailing her hand seductively along its surface, naked from the waist down. She mounts the table. She straddles the cake with her back to the camera. She roosts upon it, settling down like a mother hen over a particularly prized egg. She leans forward to give the camera an unobstructed view of her rear. She moans.
And then she farts.
Over and over again. Roost, lean, moan, fart. Roost, lean, moan, fart. Roost, work the frosting deeper into her crack, cantilever onto her elbows, sigh lovingly, pucker her butthole like a the mouth of a petulant child trying to avoid his vegetables, and let loose with the sort of thunderous PPPPHHHLLLBBBTT that you imagine God trumpeting after downing the world's largest chili dog. Two solid minutes of this. By the end, I swore I could taste chocolate and smell methane.
A camera pans around an unassuming chocolate cake sitting on a kitchen counter. After a few seconds it cuts abruptly to the face of the film's star, a rather fetching young harlot who would look almost attractive if it weren't for her haphazardly cascading teeth and meth addled smile.
"You know what I like the most?" she croons, with the sort of coquettish whimper that can only come from a few hard years in a trailer park harem. "Cake farts." She then wanders around the counter, trailing her hand seductively along its surface, naked from the waist down. She mounts the table. She straddles the cake with her back to the camera. She roosts upon it, settling down like a mother hen over a particularly prized egg. She leans forward to give the camera an unobstructed view of her rear. She moans.
And then she farts.
Over and over again. Roost, lean, moan, fart. Roost, lean, moan, fart. Roost, work the frosting deeper into her crack, cantilever onto her elbows, sigh lovingly, pucker her butthole like a the mouth of a petulant child trying to avoid his vegetables, and let loose with the sort of thunderous PPPPHHHLLLBBBTT that you imagine God trumpeting after downing the world's largest chili dog. Two solid minutes of this. By the end, I swore I could taste chocolate and smell methane.
7/12/2025, 12:46:04 PM
why can't faggots stay on twitter
6/21/2025, 11:27:39 PM
no thanks
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