Tiffany kneels, and drags the panties over the mass of chocolate blackness coating the floor, pulling the lake to the mounded pile of black wedding gown. Porn Somewhere, there was still the stockings to find. She tears the carton, pulling, and opening it, then drags the veil from her head, pulling pins and everything from the matted, slimy rat-tails that her hair’s become. Amazingly, sharp shards of dazzlingly pure white reach up almost to the soggy bundle of chocolate cloth tacked to her ass, that used to be the butterfly bow. Instead of digging back into the pot again, she picks up the weighty thing by both handles, seeing the stuff ooze heavily towards her as she lifted it, and she sinks a bit (so not to have to raise the pot quite so high) carefully beginning the pour down her back.
