Chapter Seven: Doughnuts & Holes (NSFW)

Sex is better with sprinkles

Last time in Lake Nipples…

After a split second of eye contact Esmerelda pounced, pinning him against the wall with her cherry red lips and tearing off her slinky evening gown. He followed her cues, unbuckling his belt as fast as he could manage and freeing her voluptuous curves from their prison of Spanx. She grabbed the stranger by his lapels and wrapped her legs around him; he threw her onto the doughnut table and began licking away the sprinkles that had landed on her gargantuan knockers.

“Nice to meet you,” he said between gasps, “I’m—”

 “Shh... I don’t want to know your name. I just want you to…

….pop my corn.”

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to find a seat, gird your loins, and say your prayers. It’s time to POP! THAT! CORN!

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Esmerelda pressed her hands into the stranger’s chest, pushing him upward and ripping off his shirt. The sexual demon that had awakened inside her had given her the freakish strength of an old lady lifting a car off a toddler; the shirt tearing like tissue paper in her hormone-crazed hands. She grabbed a fat powdered doughnut and shoved it into her gnashing mandibles, a stream of blood red raspberry jelly pouring from her mouth onto her spectacular, heaving cans.   

“You ready for some good eatin’, big boy?” she growled, shoving his face between her jiggly jelly jugs. 

“Mmmmrphffffffffffff” said the stranger, raising his arm above his head to give her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. 

She wrapped her fingers in his thick dirty blonde hair and leaned back onto the dessert table, guiding his tongue down her body. He bit into the curve between her breasts and her hips like sexual corn-on-the-cob, working his way from end-to-end while his hands blindly canvassed the table for something to make sugar-fueled sexytimes even sweeter. He grabbed a funfetti cupcake piled high with luscious vanilla bean buttercream and hoisted her legs into the air.