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🕑 Added 2025-03-17 23:31:48 +0000 UTC⟫ Gyzer rolls up his sleeves. Organizing the pancakes onto plates, steam rolling off their perfect fluffiness.
Wow!! I want some!!
⟫ Sophie shouts, lazily laying on the floor. 25ft cock towering above her. GLLLRRRRG Scratch that, 35ft.
Just eat the ones on the floor! Can't sell those ones....not that I could sell these if people knew.
⟫ He whispers that last part.
Nom... mlem
⟫ Sophie uses her tongue to reel them in. Still refusing to get up.
meeze are mood! (These are good!)
⟫ She mumbles, pancake in mouth.
Glad you like' em.... cuz I'm not touching your disgusting cum cakes.
⟫ Gyzer grunts, sliding more of them onto the tower.
They need syrup tho! heheheh~
⟫ Sophie giggles. Magical cum tanks bubbling as she finishes chomping up a few more. glllrrb glorb
⟫ Gyzer finishes his towers. Each one steaming, hot and ready to eat..... but something was definitely missing.
Shit.... I think you're right.
⟫ Sophie bounces up. Her balls smacking her in the face as she does.
I am!! boing BWAFF! Gaaaaaaaaaaauh!!
⟫ She falls back down.
⟫ He reaches into his bag. Pulling out a gallon of syrup! yoink BOMP Slamming it on the table.
There we go!!
⟫ Sophie gets back up, slowly this time.
You had that the whole time!?! Why didn't we eat that!?!?
What? No way.... that's gross, who eats just syrup?
⟫ Sophie pouts. Moving over to him, cock throbbing around as she walks. glrrg womp warp Coming to a steady wobble right in front of him.
You know, I have a question... why didn't you put our clothes in your magic bag instead? Like' it seems like there's a lot more room in there than the wagon... plus like' we'd still have em'
⟫ Gyzer glares at her, expression unchanging. Leaning in and whispering.
I'm not letting your semen anywhere near my magic back again.... NEVER!
⟫ He yell-whispers. Going back to his table of cum-cakes.
Alright.... Now how are we gonna get people attention?
⟫ He puts his fist to his chin. His eyes purveying, looking for something "attention grabbing." A bag of garbage? no... A palette of wood? nah.... Three broken-- nah...
⟫ His gaze meets Sophie's. His eyes trailing up up up up up up and up.
That'll work...
⟫ He snickers.
