Extra Messy

Serena has the whole cake ready—double chocolate layers, whipped cream on top, nothing out of place. Leda shows up late, hips rolling, arms folded, making it clear she won't lift a finger. That smug little pout gets to Serena. She crowds her against the counter and demands answers. Instead she gets a faceful of cherry pie, cool and sticky, sliding down her throat. Stunned, Serena lashes back with the bowl of chocolate glaze, spilling it over Leda's tits and stomach. They freeze, then they crash together, mouths clashing, tongues licking off the mess. Serena drags her down onto the kitchen floor, chocolate and whipped cream smearing under their bodies. Her fingers find slick pussy through the sugary mess, pumping deep while Leda claws at her hips and moans. They grind in the icing, thighs shaking, clit sliding against clit until they're panting and swearing and coming in each other's mouths, sugar-streaked skin sliding sweet and dirty.