Recipe for Passover Iced Lemon Loaf
Luscious lemon cake with a lemon glaze is sure to be a hit at your Passover dinner. 1 drop yellow food coloring or as desired, 3 eggs, 2 tablespoons margarine softened, 1/2 teaspoon baking powder, 1.5 cups matzo cake flour, 1/2 teaspoon lemon extract, 1 cup white sugar, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 tablespoon confectioners' sugar, 1/3 cup lemon juice, 1 teaspoon powdered non-dairy creamer, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1/2 teaspoon baking soda, 1/2 cup vegetable oil, 1 teaspoon lemon extract, 1 cup confectioners' sugar, 2 tablespoons water
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I just gotta say, sub!pornstar!bucky
I have simply passed away.
I have been thinking about this for days, I need to write about it so my head will let it go
Just the thought of coming home to Bucky filming a scene with a dildo that's stuck to the wall by a suction cup. You didn't think he'd still be filming when you got home so you know he must really be enjoying himself if he's still going.
You hear his whimpers before you've even crossed the threshold. He's moaning like he does when he's beautifully overstimulated and he's quickly on his way to those broken sobs you love so much.
A hot throb settles in the pit of your stomach. You're not sure how you're supposed to just sit here and wait for him to finish, not when he sounds like that. But then you remember it's web-cam day. He'll be live-streaming and that gives him a little more wiggle room with his scenes.
"Bucky, sweetheart?" You call into the apartment, knowing that if he wants you to join him he'll respond.
You can imagine the look on his pretty, blissed out face just from the groan that resounds from the bedroom.
"F-Fuck, mommy?" Oh, he's in that headspace today. A pleasant tingle runs up your spine at the realisation all those people on the livestream heard him admit to being yours. They know he's owned. They might be getting off on whatever delightful display of submission he's letting them see but ultimately, he's yours and he wants to be.
You pad down the hallway quickly, discarding your jacket on the way. The bedroom door wasn't fully closed, swinging open with a gentle press and the sight in front of you is just breathtaking.
Bucky is on his hands and knees, with the camera at a 45 degree angle to his face . He's letting his viewers see the way he works himself on that cock but they still get to see the fucked out look in those pretty eyes. Better still, he gets to read the comments. All those strangers degrading him, calling him a filthy slut, taunting him that he'll be in trouble if he doesn't cum in the next few minutes.
He loves this. Clearly. If the pool of cum splattered across the wooden floor is anything to judge by.
"M-mommy?" His voice is weak and feeble, his cheeks are flushed, his dick looks achingly hard, bobbing as he continues to fuck himself on the toy.
"Oh baby, are you being slutty for all these nice people?" You coo, stepping into the focus of the camera, knowing that it will only see your legs, given the angle.
The chat floods with messages faster than ever. Some tell you your Bucky has been a little whore, some tell you he hasn't been slutty enough, some tell you they want to watch you punish him. Each message only seems to send your sweet boy a little more stupid and it's delightful.
"You've cum everywhere. Did all these people get to watch you fuck yourself stupid? I bet you didn't even touch your dick, did you? I know you just fucked your own ass until you came all over yourself. That's pathetic, baby."
This is Heaven for him. His head lolls forward onto his forearms, pleasure making him almost boneless but you can't have that. Absolutely not.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face back up and making him look right down the camera. "Good boy, that's it. Let them see you. Show them that pretty face." His dick twitches, threatening to blow another load over the floor and he knows it.
"I'm gonna cum. Holy shit, I'm s-so close." His eyes roll back in his head and fuck, he's perfect like this. He's breathtaking and it's going to be great for views.
"Don't you dare. You cum when we tell you to." You remind him, dragging his attention back to the rolling chat. Half are keen to watch him cum right then and there and the other half want you to draw it out a little longer. Unfortunately for Bucky, you're leaning towards the latter.
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