I sit back in my chair, arms crossed, watching them all dig into the food like ravenous animals. The best part? None of them have a clue what they’re actually eating. The creamed corn is a joke, my little secret ingredient hidden in plain sight. I almost want to laugh when Jason shovels it down like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. My cum is all over their plates, and they’re too busy chatting to notice. It’s fucking hilarious.
