The Cream Pie.
Aside from its goblet-drinking, mirror-slurping variations, there is nothing new about this wholesome, church-blesssed act between two people who love each other very much.
A cream pie is just the result of what millions of Americans did before I invented porn in 1991 – a Real Internal Popshot.
“You RIPped when you should’ve FIPped,” a director once said to me.
“Did I? Or was it because I loved too much?” I asked.
Previously: Oh to live on Cameltoe Mountain; Cuties, cream discussed
See also: Leisure Time
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