After the first time playing with yogurt gave me an out-of-body experience, I needed to know if it would happen again (for science). The first time, I'd felt the arousal rush through my veins after an icy-cold dollop landed square on my tits, and I felt my c*nt gush as it melted from my body heat and trickled down to the floor.

I had to wait a week to get the alone time to do this. I hadn't come out about what had happened last time to my partner, and I worried about their reaction if they found that I'd w*sted food and gotten yogurt stains over some of the furniture. The anticipation fueled my wet dreams while I felt trapped in the unnecessary secrecy I'd shrouded this fetish in. In the interim, I made do with the occasional dab over my lips and rolling it around my tongue while I waited. Finally, the day came that I had the house to myself armed with a small ceramic bowl, spoon and my towel. Because one should never forget their towel especially wamwhores and intergalactic hitchhikers.

In this video, I leave the camera rolling from a pile of books on the floor. For an extra thrill, I face the open window on the off chance someone might see what a deviant l*ttle sl*t I am. My folds are visibly inflamed with desire from spooning some over my breasts and l*cking the tasty elixir from my fingers.

Being my first time to try and film myself for a prolonged period of time, there is some shifting around as I get used to seeing myself in the viewfinder. My feet steal the show (other than all the yogurt trickling over me) as they act like appendages for every primal pulse throughout my body.

Like that first magical moment, the need fogs my mind at the angel-soft touch of ice-cold yogurt, and it takes no time at all to grab my midnight-bl*ck feeldoe, get it nice and creamy and start f*cking the yogurt straight up my messy c*nt.

L*ttle moans and whimpers accompany some of the most obscene squelching sounds I've ever heard. I had to rewatch this a few times to come to that conclusion--just so you know. Everything builds and builds, thick thighs and pillowy *ss quivering, until my whole body tenses and releases from head to all ten of my toes. The scene ends with me collapsed on the floor, c*mpletely cummed-out.

I remember the b*rning red embarrassment when I shared my first full-length home video with my friend because of how exposed and vulnerable it made me feel, but that only made me want to film myself more. And I began to seek out more thrills and exhibitionistic risks, which led to more documentation of my self-explorations, and eventually putting them all on the greater internet.

In the picture file, there are before shots of my breasts and midriff coated in thick, creamy yogurt as well as the post-c*m f*cked-out aftermath of l*cking my yogurt-infused c*m from my fingers. There may not be buckets, but it's definitely creamy and artistically sh*t

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