Show off his cake with a surprise

John decided that he couldn’t wait.

He had to have this girl, and what better way to do it than with the cake he just made.

After cleaning up his room, and throwing on some more tight clothes, he zipped on downstairs to the kitchen.

John gave the cake a once over. It smelled great and looked absolutely delicious, but something was missing. It was on the tip of his tongue.

John snapped his fingers and took the reshaped cake with him over to Sara’s.

John took a deep breath, he was going to do it. He was going to fuck Sara’s brains out. His monster cock grew in his pants at thought, expanding the massive bulge already forming his tight jeans.

He held the cake in a way that kept that new development hidden and rang the bell.

As usual, it was Sara’s massive knockers that answered the door first, this time covered and formed in a lovely bustier that heaved her already immense tits into an enormous cleavage that John could rest his head on.

The bulge in John’s jeans grew bigger, and he began to hear threads starting to snap.

Then came the woman herself, and what a woman indeed. The bustier while making her breasts into inviting pillows formed her waist into a lovely curvature that John could easily wrap his hands around.

And that ass? God, what an ass, stretching out those skinny jeans like that. John wasn’t the only one with threads snapping.

“Oh! Hi there, again!” Sara chirped, boobs bouncing in excitement at seeing the handsome man again. She looks down to see his creation, “finished already?”

John swallowed down his nervousness. “Yup, got her all done and ready for consumption, and we’ll, since I couldn’t do it without you, I thought you deserved some.”

John felt even tighter as Sara licked her tantalizingly plump ruby lips as she eyed the cake, though he could’ve sworn her eyes went slightly wide for a second before going back to the cake.

“You know my weakness?” Sara teased mischievously, idly running her finger through the valley in her chest. “I LOVE sweets! Come on in!”

She turns to show him in, giving John a full broadside of her succulent derrière and a ponytail just begging to be pulled while taking her from behind.

John swallowed again and took a step, and with a realization…

I’m in Sara’s house!!

And it smelled like her. Everywhere.

A massive RRRRIIIPPPP fills the house.

“What was that,” Sara asked, looking around for the source, while John beelined for the couch, getting ready for the next bit and slightly mad at the Beast for nearly ruining the punch line.

He snaps his fingers. “Might have been a canopy outside your pool?”

Sara turned to her backyard window, and her cute face twists into annoyance at seeing said canopy with a massive rip.

More than enough time for John to get the Beast into position.

“Damn wind,” Sara muttered under her breath.

“I can fix that up for after the cake, if you’d like? Cheaper than a professional.” He offers good naturally, the cake tin resting nicely in his lap, yet the bulge was nowhere in sight.

“Oh,” Sara raised a luscious eyebrow in a flirtatious manner. She sits down next to him, her full breasts pressing into his shoulder.

“And pray tell, what’s your rate compared to the professionals out there.”

The cake tin cover seemingly on its own rises a little bit into the air, but Sara was too busy giving John do-me eyes.

John wraps an arm around the busty woman while holing the cake tin with his other hand. Sara snuggles into his embrace, bathing him with her aroma.

The cake tin cover gets even higher.

“My rate comes with cake.” John smirked as Sara looked down, now flabbergasted at the floating piece of metal.

“Want to take a look?”