<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Innocenza1mug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Innocenza Immacolata Bianca Castellesi<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tourist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Glaze Bakery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Teeny triangle bikini, see thru cover up, crown of flowers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel, Open<br/><br/>The long, breathless moments of sloppy release were sacred, and Innocenza was quiet and still while Rachel wielded her art. Even more than she could've hoped for dripped sticky from the table, and as she watched, freckled with cum, the last drips were milked out like a signature over a bismarck which no longer even resembled food. The gesture was appreciated. She pinched the bismarck paper and dragged it to her first. There was no neat and ladylike way to eat something so gooey, but, she did her best.<br/><br/>The flaky dough was imploding as her fingers found it. Seeing that it couldn't make the whole trip, Innocenza leaned in for a bite and found it more or less with her mouth. The gentlest pinch of her lips was enough to pop the crust, and down her chin oozed Baby's cum. Her fingers cradled where the destroyed bismarck had been, glistening, connected by glue, as she savored the contributions of her two chefs. Rich, pungent, salty, with a little sweetness and crumbled pastry to distinguish Baby from Rachel. Unable to do anything with her hands without worsening the greasy mess, she swallowed. It had been a good treat to start with.<br/><br/>Her eclair wasn't completely saturated, so Innocenza used the puddle in the bismarck paper to dip and smear before her first bite. Oh my- this taste was a little bit different. Whoever had helped Rachel with this batch tasted a little bitter and unpleasant. Her nose twitched, but she endured it like an unpleasant surprise in the Godiva box. Into the paper she dipped it again for her second bite, appreciating whatever Rachel was doing with her diet. She was getting greedy. Her mouth was full, all the spit that ought to lubricate her swallowing had been replaced by jism.<em>Pace yourself, Innocenza. </em><br/><br/>And lastly there was the pie. It was so hard to hold the fork to nip off a slice, with her fingers so messy, but it helped that the cream was so soft. Just a little taste, and she smiled. This one was a winner. It had body, it had sweetness, it had texture like a sweet yoghurt. It was changing her mind about how peaches and cum ought to taste. By the time she'd finished, her lips were so viscous that her breath blew bubbles. A cum bubble the size of a strawberry popped at the corner of her lips as she started to wipe clean. An insufficient napkin filled with semen and stuck to the table.<br/><br/>"Look at this mess we've made." Innocenza stood, and she was on her toes, kneading Rachel's top and concocting a plan. "This is as good a place as any, isn't it darling? I want to fuck you, but let's not go halfway. I'm sure your lovely customers have cum they'd like to donate, and Baby too. We'll have you drowned like that poor bismarck, won't we, ladies?"