Sweet Tooth, Soft Belly
Every bite melted on my tongue and filled me deeper than I expected. Creamy, rich, and oh so sinful—each spoonful took me further past full, until my belly was round, soft, and spoiled. I didn’t stop when I was satisfied… I stopped when I couldn’t fit another bite. Now I’m lying back, belly stuffed with sweetness, craving only soft rubs and lingering kisses.
