Sky couldn’t breathe.

Her face was buried in melted frosting. Her cheek was pressed against what used to be an elegant vanilla tier cake, now flattened under her trembling body.

Her lips were sticky. Her tits were smeared with buttercream. Crumbs clung to her sweat-slicked chest. Her back arched into the air, her ass raised, thighs trembling, cum leaking from her overstretched pussy.

She was a ruined feast.

And Xavier?

He stood behind her, cock throbbing, glistening with a mix of frosting, spit, and his own cum. His chest rose and fell like a beast who hadn’t had enough. Not even close.

His hand grabbed her hip, fingers digging into...