You add some Nutella to the mix and it’s a moment to glorify and cherish and love. You want to lickety-lick her entire body clean and drink the residue along with her sweat and clinging champagne.
Now it’s turn for strawberry sauce because you’re craving that sweet, tangy flavour. Mixed with her sweat and champagne, it tastes like what heaven should.
You gently push her down and lay her on her back. As she tastes sweet cake, you taste her sweet pussy and honestly, it feels like the cake is travelling straight from her tongue into her pussy because it’s the sweetest fucking thing you’ve ever had.
“You know I never really had a party for my birthday either…?”, says a familiar voice from behind you as she takes big gulp of the champagne. “Why don’t we get some cake for you too!”, the birthday girl yells from under you, clearly smitten by the curvilicios body of mommy Balan.
She picks up balloons with her age on them and poses for the pictures. Way to go with everyone embracing their own age! She looks great! Like a mommy you’d definitely like to fuck.
You ask her if you can take a picture of her to jerk off to later, to which she cheekily replies, “I’ll do you one better!”, and snatches up your phone and puts it next to her own snatch. Oh fucking hell this is much better than what you’d imagined.
To honour the moment, you pick up the champagne bottle she was drinking and grace the liquid with the touch of her tits and mom-bod. This motherfucking chamber should be collected and displayed in a fucking museum.
One of her other fans joins in the merrymaking and drenches her with her own bottle of champagne and you hand over yours to your girlfriend and sit beneath mommy to collect that sweet nectar on your tongue. You feel truly blessed.
“My turn!”, the birthday girl yells as she takes over the Champer from your girlfriend and goes to town with it, spraying it all over mommy without a fucking care for the upholstery getting wrecked in the house.