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Vicki Inseminates The Wedding Cake! free porn video
Vicki couldn't believe it. She stared at the invitation, unsure if she should be irritated or be frothing rabid at the slight. Her hubris knew no bounds, sending Vicki an invitation to her wedding to the man that she'd stolen from her.
She took a shot from the glass that she unawarely plucked from the shelf, and refilled it with the bottle of vodka that had sneaked its way into her grasp. Then, she did that again. Then, she made the RSVP.
She showed up to the reception hall early. In fact, she was so early, the wedding was still going on. She explained that the bride and groom had sent her ahead to check if everything was in order, particularly the wedding cake, and the curator was more than happy to show her around.
When she managed to get alone with the cake, she commiserated with it. It too, would be used once, and then never again. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and then she took a deep breath.
"Sorry, Mr. Cake..." she said, approaching it on her heels, her hips swaying sensually. "You don't mind if I forego the rubber, right? Although the people that are going to end up eating you might..." She inspected it, and found that her hips came up at just the right height to match the bottom layer. "I'd hate to get any on my dress. That might ruin the surprise..." she said, pulling her dress out of the way.
Out it fell, emerging confidently, primed and ready to do its cake-defiling duty. She had worried that she wouldn't be able to maintain an erection, but the prospect of what she was about to do was keeping her rigid and manic. She took a step forward, holding it steady, and pressed the tip to the frosting, so that already, someone would be getting a drop of precum with their slice.
It was the last chance to change her mind... but she pushed her hips forward, forcing the smooth frosting inwards on itself with a soft squishing noise. She looked around to see if anyone spotted her deflowering the cake, and, confident that her and Mr. Cake were alone, she continued to push forward, slowly easing herself inside, thoroughly ruining the cake. The sensation was odd as she forced her way through the frosting and into the soft, yielding sponginess of the cake itself. That, coupled with the suction of the thick layer of frosting, made her realize that the cake would be able to coax it out of her after all, much to the dismay of the wedding guests. Her balls were so swollen they hurt, and she looked forward to the relief that her sweet, expensive friend would give her, almost as much as she looked forward to her revenge. She pushed it all the way in to the hilt, so that her cock was covered in frosting and surrounded by her spongy lover, and checked once more that no one was looking, before letting out an eager moan. She embraced the top layer of the cake, getting frosting on her forearms, and whispered one more sincere apology to the grandiose wedding cake that she was about to mate with.
She withdrew it slowly, enjoying the feeling as she did, and then started to thrust into the hole she'd penetrated, forcing it more and more open for her use. She made sure not to damage the cake otherwise, lest someone notice the extensive damage it took as a result of her cake-fuckery. She slapped her undercarriage into the cake and wondered if anyone would mind if it came with a few nuts. She looked around again before letting out another loud moan; in spite of the absurdity, she concentrated on the sensation and the knowledge that soon, her special ingredient would be enjoyed by many.
"Mr. Cake, where have you been all my life!?" she said, pounding into the baked good like a woman possessed. The part that she was fucking was sure to be nice and dick-flavored by the time she was done with it, and she wished she could make sure that the lucky couple ended up with it, but she knew it was up to chance.
She closed her eyes, pretending the cake was the bride, and then the groom, and then opened her eyes, and wondered if there had ever been a scandal involving the cake sleeping with one of the guests on the wedding night. She grit her teeth and sucked in air, her cock caressed by the mushed-up cake. She grinned when it became obvious that the slutty little dessert was going to make her cum, and knew that it was her last opportunity to spare the guests that little personal touch of hers. The strain in her over-inflated balls was too much, however, and she decided that surely, they wouldn't mind a little extra frosting.
"Oh... yeah...! Take it, you slut!!"
She looked around, and grinned when she saw that no one had caught her in the act. She heaved and sighed, and felt her satisfaction nearly at hand. She threw back her head and moaned, and grew nearly still. Her vision became white, and her lower body tightened, and then, in a moment of triumph, she sprayed, flinging the first tablespoon of her nasty surprise. Deep inside the cake, something was happening that should never happen to a good cake. It was audible even on the outside, a wet, squishing, squelching noise that would have put anyone off their appetite if they heard it. Her hips shook, and she jerked erratically with sharp thrusts as she filled the cake with her dense baby-batter. She sunk her shaft into it, balls deep, her pouch twitching as she shot glob after glob of hot goo into the towering dessert, overpowering its tart sweetness with large spoonfuls of her salty, bitter jism. The tip of her cock tingled as it spewed her semen into the moist, delicious cake, twitching violently as it blasted each illicit wad deep into the innards of their marriage in baked good form. It spit without abandon her vile cocksnot into the cake, coating its previously spongy, wonderful texture with slimy blobs that would assault the tongue with their flavor. She had saved it up for so long that while some of it was thin and runny, and most of it was thick and white with fresh sperm, there were also the gelatin-like globules full of old sperm that would make a chewy treat for the unfortunate soul that happened upon one, and those forced their way out of her eye with a healthy number, so that each slice would contain a rather startling amount of sperm. She started to relax, and sighed as she shot spurt after spurt, pumping more and more inside. She felt a tightness in her pouch, and so she hugged the cake to her and let out a milky cloud of sperm inside, and then some more, and realized with some sadness that she was nearly dry having already dumped most of her creamiest cream. Her hips spasmed as she made her deposit, shooting liquid into liquid now, but no one interrupted her evil work. If anyone had caught her... but they didn't, and she finished inseminating the cake in peace, moaning softly. She made sure that she shot her whole payload into the cake by shaking off the last stale drippings before withdrawing, having left her wedding gift inside of it. She looked down at her handiwork, where she'd infused the cake with her own special sauce, and smiled.
She had RSVP'd, but she never said she wouldn't come and spit her venom in the cake. She shuddered. It had been a long, fulfilling orgasm, so that even if no one ate the cake now, it would be worth it. The cake did look a little bloated, so someone might wonder why it suddenly looked so... full. Aside from that and the hole, though, it looked perfectly normal, there being no indication that it contained a sticky, sexy secret of her own making, or that it had spewed forth from the tip of her cock. She couldn't give them a gift from the bottom of her heart, but she did fill the cake from the bottom of her balls. She wondered if anyone would react poorly to ingesting that much semen, but decided no one ever got sick from eating a little surprise protein shake... though they might if they knew that they had.
Her cock was covered in cake and her own cum as she slipped it back into her underwear. She left then, sneaking out so that no one, including the curator, saw her leave, and waited for the wedding procession to reach the hall. When everyone had gotten in, and settled, she made her entrance, as if arriving for the first time.
Everyone at the wedding reception whispered about the lady in red when she walked through the door. Who was she? Why was she there? She was asked if she wanted any cake, but she declined. She'd already had her fill of the cake, and took great pleasure in it, the proof of which was now wrapped around her junk, hidden away in her underwear. She felt bad for the person that got the piece with the hole in it; they were certain to find a hair in their cake.
The murmurs reached a fever pitch when she approached the couple's table, and the newlywed husband responded anxiously. The blushing bride and groom had each took their pieces. They, like the rest of the guests, noticed the odd taste to the cake, but assumed it was a peculiar choice of the chefs. It wasn't until Vicki stopped by and talked to them that they knew something was amiss.
"Vicki!" said the newlywed wife, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up. I mean, you sent in your RSVP, but..."
"I couldn't turn down the free food, after all," Vicki said, smiling politely.
"Well, I hope you save room for the cake. I know you have a... big appetite."
Vicki swallowed her riposte. "You two were so nice to invite me... but I think I should get going now. I loved the cake, by the way," she said, and turned to leave.
"But, you didn't have the cake," said the bride.
"Oh, but I did," she said, and left them on that cryptic note. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.
All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had blown a huge, gooey, steaming wad into it, filling every nook and cranny of the moist, delicious cake with the moist, sticky, warm contents of her bloated, scorned balls, which themselves were now covered in frosting from where they'd been slapping against the cake. Had any of them noticed her sloppy fuckhole in the side of the cake, overflowing with her special cake-filling cream, they might have noticed that the cake had been tainted, defiled by her thoroughly in a most unpleasant manner. Then, they might not have eaten it, piece by piece, with so much gusto, some guests even complimenting the strangely warm, curious filling that defied explanation, and varied wildly in consistency, so that one guest had a filling that was almost liquid, and another had filling that was almost gelatin. No one seemed to wonder why this mystery filling was still body temperature, or why it reminded so many of them seemed to recognize the taste, but couldn't possibly imagine what it was.
Instead, nobody took note of the hole where she'd injected the cake with her sloppy, creamy revenge, and by the end of the night the plate holding the cake was almost licked clean, not a single drop of her copious, uninvited surprise cake-filling left. On the plate, anyway. There was still plenty left in the guests tummies as they dispersed, the festivities at a close.
She took a shot from the glass that she unawarely plucked from the shelf, and refilled it with the bottle of vodka that had sneaked its way into her grasp. Then, she did that again. Then, she made the RSVP.
She showed up to the reception hall early. In fact, she was so early, the wedding was still going on. She explained that the bride and groom had sent her ahead to check if everything was in order, particularly the wedding cake, and the curator was more than happy to show her around.
When she managed to get alone with the cake, she commiserated with it. It too, would be used once, and then never again. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and then she took a deep breath.
"Sorry, Mr. Cake..." she said, approaching it on her heels, her hips swaying sensually. "You don't mind if I forego the rubber, right? Although the people that are going to end up eating you might..." She inspected it, and found that her hips came up at just the right height to match the bottom layer. "I'd hate to get any on my dress. That might ruin the surprise..." she said, pulling her dress out of the way.
Out it fell, emerging confidently, primed and ready to do its cake-defiling duty. She had worried that she wouldn't be able to maintain an erection, but the prospect of what she was about to do was keeping her rigid and manic. She took a step forward, holding it steady, and pressed the tip to the frosting, so that already, someone would be getting a drop of precum with their slice.
It was the last chance to change her mind... but she pushed her hips forward, forcing the smooth frosting inwards on itself with a soft squishing noise. She looked around to see if anyone spotted her deflowering the cake, and, confident that her and Mr. Cake were alone, she continued to push forward, slowly easing herself inside, thoroughly ruining the cake. The sensation was odd as she forced her way through the frosting and into the soft, yielding sponginess of the cake itself. That, coupled with the suction of the thick layer of frosting, made her realize that the cake would be able to coax it out of her after all, much to the dismay of the wedding guests. Her balls were so swollen they hurt, and she looked forward to the relief that her sweet, expensive friend would give her, almost as much as she looked forward to her revenge. She pushed it all the way in to the hilt, so that her cock was covered in frosting and surrounded by her spongy lover, and checked once more that no one was looking, before letting out an eager moan. She embraced the top layer of the cake, getting frosting on her forearms, and whispered one more sincere apology to the grandiose wedding cake that she was about to mate with.
She withdrew it slowly, enjoying the feeling as she did, and then started to thrust into the hole she'd penetrated, forcing it more and more open for her use. She made sure not to damage the cake otherwise, lest someone notice the extensive damage it took as a result of her cake-fuckery. She slapped her undercarriage into the cake and wondered if anyone would mind if it came with a few nuts. She looked around again before letting out another loud moan; in spite of the absurdity, she concentrated on the sensation and the knowledge that soon, her special ingredient would be enjoyed by many.
"Mr. Cake, where have you been all my life!?" she said, pounding into the baked good like a woman possessed. The part that she was fucking was sure to be nice and dick-flavored by the time she was done with it, and she wished she could make sure that the lucky couple ended up with it, but she knew it was up to chance.
She closed her eyes, pretending the cake was the bride, and then the groom, and then opened her eyes, and wondered if there had ever been a scandal involving the cake sleeping with one of the guests on the wedding night. She grit her teeth and sucked in air, her cock caressed by the mushed-up cake. She grinned when it became obvious that the slutty little dessert was going to make her cum, and knew that it was her last opportunity to spare the guests that little personal touch of hers. The strain in her over-inflated balls was too much, however, and she decided that surely, they wouldn't mind a little extra frosting.
"Oh... yeah...! Take it, you slut!!"
She looked around, and grinned when she saw that no one had caught her in the act. She heaved and sighed, and felt her satisfaction nearly at hand. She threw back her head and moaned, and grew nearly still. Her vision became white, and her lower body tightened, and then, in a moment of triumph, she sprayed, flinging the first tablespoon of her nasty surprise. Deep inside the cake, something was happening that should never happen to a good cake. It was audible even on the outside, a wet, squishing, squelching noise that would have put anyone off their appetite if they heard it. Her hips shook, and she jerked erratically with sharp thrusts as she filled the cake with her dense baby-batter. She sunk her shaft into it, balls deep, her pouch twitching as she shot glob after glob of hot goo into the towering dessert, overpowering its tart sweetness with large spoonfuls of her salty, bitter jism. The tip of her cock tingled as it spewed her semen into the moist, delicious cake, twitching violently as it blasted each illicit wad deep into the innards of their marriage in baked good form. It spit without abandon her vile cocksnot into the cake, coating its previously spongy, wonderful texture with slimy blobs that would assault the tongue with their flavor. She had saved it up for so long that while some of it was thin and runny, and most of it was thick and white with fresh sperm, there were also the gelatin-like globules full of old sperm that would make a chewy treat for the unfortunate soul that happened upon one, and those forced their way out of her eye with a healthy number, so that each slice would contain a rather startling amount of sperm. She started to relax, and sighed as she shot spurt after spurt, pumping more and more inside. She felt a tightness in her pouch, and so she hugged the cake to her and let out a milky cloud of sperm inside, and then some more, and realized with some sadness that she was nearly dry having already dumped most of her creamiest cream. Her hips spasmed as she made her deposit, shooting liquid into liquid now, but no one interrupted her evil work. If anyone had caught her... but they didn't, and she finished inseminating the cake in peace, moaning softly. She made sure that she shot her whole payload into the cake by shaking off the last stale drippings before withdrawing, having left her wedding gift inside of it. She looked down at her handiwork, where she'd infused the cake with her own special sauce, and smiled.
She had RSVP'd, but she never said she wouldn't come and spit her venom in the cake. She shuddered. It had been a long, fulfilling orgasm, so that even if no one ate the cake now, it would be worth it. The cake did look a little bloated, so someone might wonder why it suddenly looked so... full. Aside from that and the hole, though, it looked perfectly normal, there being no indication that it contained a sticky, sexy secret of her own making, or that it had spewed forth from the tip of her cock. She couldn't give them a gift from the bottom of her heart, but she did fill the cake from the bottom of her balls. She wondered if anyone would react poorly to ingesting that much semen, but decided no one ever got sick from eating a little surprise protein shake... though they might if they knew that they had.
Her cock was covered in cake and her own cum as she slipped it back into her underwear. She left then, sneaking out so that no one, including the curator, saw her leave, and waited for the wedding procession to reach the hall. When everyone had gotten in, and settled, she made her entrance, as if arriving for the first time.
Everyone at the wedding reception whispered about the lady in red when she walked through the door. Who was she? Why was she there? She was asked if she wanted any cake, but she declined. She'd already had her fill of the cake, and took great pleasure in it, the proof of which was now wrapped around her junk, hidden away in her underwear. She felt bad for the person that got the piece with the hole in it; they were certain to find a hair in their cake.
The murmurs reached a fever pitch when she approached the couple's table, and the newlywed husband responded anxiously. The blushing bride and groom had each took their pieces. They, like the rest of the guests, noticed the odd taste to the cake, but assumed it was a peculiar choice of the chefs. It wasn't until Vicki stopped by and talked to them that they knew something was amiss.
"Vicki!" said the newlywed wife, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up. I mean, you sent in your RSVP, but..."
"I couldn't turn down the free food, after all," Vicki said, smiling politely.
"Well, I hope you save room for the cake. I know you have a... big appetite."
Vicki swallowed her riposte. "You two were so nice to invite me... but I think I should get going now. I loved the cake, by the way," she said, and turned to leave.
"But, you didn't have the cake," said the bride.
"Oh, but I did," she said, and left them on that cryptic note. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.
All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had blown a huge, gooey, steaming wad into it, filling every nook and cranny of the moist, delicious cake with the moist, sticky, warm contents of her bloated, scorned balls, which themselves were now covered in frosting from where they'd been slapping against the cake. Had any of them noticed her sloppy fuckhole in the side of the cake, overflowing with her special cake-filling cream, they might have noticed that the cake had been tainted, defiled by her thoroughly in a most unpleasant manner. Then, they might not have eaten it, piece by piece, with so much gusto, some guests even complimenting the strangely warm, curious filling that defied explanation, and varied wildly in consistency, so that one guest had a filling that was almost liquid, and another had filling that was almost gelatin. No one seemed to wonder why this mystery filling was still body temperature, or why it reminded so many of them seemed to recognize the taste, but couldn't possibly imagine what it was.
Instead, nobody took note of the hole where she'd injected the cake with her sloppy, creamy revenge, and by the end of the night the plate holding the cake was almost licked clean, not a single drop of her copious, uninvited surprise cake-filling left. On the plate, anyway. There was still plenty left in the guests tummies as they dispersed, the festivities at a close.
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