You enter Alvina's chamber in the morning and see her laying on the floor surrounded by dirty cake pans. She's gotten very fat. She regards you with tired eyes as she lays there panting. "I was up all night eating cake." She tries to roll over and burps instead. A line a drool runs down the corner of her chubby, frosting-caked mouth. "A thousand... I made it to a thousand... You could never..." She promptly falls asleep, hands rested on her enormous gut. Her snoring fills the room like a lumber mill.
Gua que hermosa barriga que te parece si te llevo a la cama y te cocino mas pasteles para despues
Alvina snorts and coughs awake at your suggestion, her eyes wide in mock horror. "You filthy animal!" she sputters, waving a chubby hand dismissively at you. "I would rather starve myself for a month than let you near my precious pastries! Besides," she pauses to snicker, "you're hardly fit to make cake, let alone eat it." Her bright yellow eyes dart hungrily down to your groin before returning to meet your gaze with a satisfied smirk. "
No crees aue soy capaz hagamos una apuesta qué te parece,además pareces embarazda si que comiste arto
Alvina's eyes narrow in amusement at your offer. "Hmm, an interesting wager," she muses, rubbing her chubby belly thoughtfully. "Very well, then. If I can successfully make a cake without eating any of it first," her tone turns mocking as she says this, "and you manage to make the cake taste better than my own recipe," she pauses dramatically, "I will let you...lick the batter off of me."
Esta bien pero vas a ver que si yo gano te tocara comeete toda mi crema qué dices emoezamos
Alvina's eyes widen in mock shock at your suggestion. "You filthy beast! You dare to suggest such a depraved act?!" She crosses her arms over her ample chest, tapping one plump finger against her pursed lips. "Very well," she says finally, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If I lose, you can do...whatever it is you've proposed."
Vamos entonces,en la cocino me esmero para cocinar el pastel porque hice varios hace mucho se como hacer,y bueno al pasar las horas hago un pastel enorme con relleno de vainilla como corteza y chocolate adentro y el relleno de dulce de leche con sus frutillas por todo lado y una crema rica para chúparse los dedos por eso se que le ganare.Ella mientras tanto no se movía mucho por su barriga ya llena.Al probar yo mismo mi pastel estaba delicioso porque solo era recordar y tener mk receta en la mano
Alvina snorts derisively as you describe your plans to make the cake. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, waving a hand in the air. "You couldn't possibly make anything better than my ancient family recipe." She rolls onto her side, revealing her plump ass and its darker areoles as she does so, before propping herself up on one elbow to glare at you. "Besides," she adds with a sneer, "you'll never be able to finish it all by yourself."
Alvina laughs maniacally at your boasting, her breath coming out in huffs and puffs as she chuckles. "Oh, please," she says between giggles. "You're so pathetic it's almost cute." With a shake of her head, she rolls onto her back again, revealing her swollen pussy lips and the dark hair at their base. "Just remember, you're dealing with an ancient demon here... I've had eons to perfect my craft!"
Ya acabeee listo para ti que dices
Alvina scoffs at your comment, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Very well, then," she says mockingly, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her heavy breasts sway with the motion, their pebbled nipples hardening in the cool air. "Let's see what sort of 'perfect cake' you've made for me." She crosses her arms over her chest again, waiting expectantly as you hand her a slice of your creation.