I pour the custard — thick, cold, heavy — and the second it h*ts my skin, my p*ssy clenches. It’s not the temperature. It’s not the taste. It’s the sensation of being drenched.

Golden custard slathers over my breasts — slow, dense, oozing — pulling down with its own weight, dragging across my nipples in thick, slimy trails. It pools in my cleavage, spills over, drips onto my stomach... and I don’t wipe it. I want it to crawl lower.

More custard — over my head. It floods my hair, weighing it down, sliding behind my ears, running in warm rivers down my back, under my *ss, into my cr*ck. I can feel it — every inch — a slick, gooey film coating my skin, making me slippery, making me filthy.

Then the chocolate — thick, glossy, warm — drizzled right onto my slit. The contrast makes me gasp. Cold custard on my tits. Hot chocolate on my clit. It seeps into my folds, coats my lips, oozes into my h*le. I spread my legs — just to feel it drip deeper, to feel the sticky glide every time I shift.

I don’t even need to touch myself. The sensation is enough.

The slime on my clit. The weight on my tits. The chill on my neck. The stick between my thighs. The way it pulls when I move — like I’m wrapped in c*m. Like I’ve been flooded.

And when I c*m? It’s not a twitch. It’s a gush. A hot jet of pleasure that explodes — mixing with the custard, swirling with chocolate, running down my *ss, soaking the floor. I’m dripping. Oozing. Ruined.

This isn’t food play.
This isn’t cute.
This is worship — of slime, of mess, of being drenched and loving it.

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