Tiffany: “oh fuck”
She lifted out the elastic, revealing an orange mash that cracked apart from her like old mashed potatoes. Porn That veil really is bothersome, billowing infinitely gently around her, she has to mash it against her back again with sticky fingers that pull it back (floating from her). The filled bra was next. With the jar opened, she sqooshes her fingers around in there, and empties the stuff over the beans inside the pot of porridge, next, she squirts the first bottle of caramel over that, but leaves the second one. Oh shit. The stuff slowly oozes forward, and from the carton, heavily dragging back her hair, and pouring down her back, she moves the carton forward, to pour down her shoulder and front. Her face of misery as the orangey brown-ish beans and slimy liquid slurp fills, immediately stains, drenches, and dripps from the panties would tease even the most hardened connoisseur of messy videos (if this were a video). She opens the refrigerator, looking at the huge bowl of porridge (why was that still in there?), the unopened pumpkin pie, chocolate cream pie, various odds
