Deranged Birthday Party

Nobody showed up to LL’s birthday. Lucky for her Bunny Blew did, so they turned the living-room floor into an anal ring-toss range and tossed frosted cupcakes onto each other’s tits for bites between throws. The lube-slick donuts plopped and slid, sweet icing smearing puffy nipples while rings landed and stayed, stretching tight holes open. Butter-cream melted across flushed skin, trickling down ass cheeks before tongues chased it. Sticky fingers, stickier moans, the perfect sugar high—video gold if you can sit through the laughing.