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She came to me in a dream one day, asking for a little chilled custard. Being that this was only a dream, I felt I could unleash my desires for her. I had ropes hanging from the heavens to hold her willing flesh so I could dabble and squish her in every position, lick her angel thighs and squeeze those delicious breasts filled with oozing custard. She spoke with me, asking intimate questions and suggesting intimate custard play while I purred through creamy lips. We played and it made me hott! She kissed and caressed me, making it ever-so obvious she wanted more of me. More becomes a gooey chocolate sauce fantasy poured slowly into her panties. I always wanted to do that, careful not to waste any, and then sensual squishing till the goo squishes out. I pour more chocolate sauce right over her dreamy creamy center, into those deceivingly skin-tone panties, and still she wants more. Her breakfast cereal becomes a breast-fast crunchy excuse for a nibble or three, crunching and munching into cleavage and my bulging undies, and hers, spreading crumbs and laughing, keeping it light and horny in one big overwhelming spin. She's so Spicey, even in my dreams I will need a little help cleaning up! Love Betty.