“You’re losing me,” I admitted, glancing at the squashed cake once more. “Well, one of them has a cake fetish. As in, he doesn’t get hard for anything without a fondant topping. He was finished with that one.” She inclined her head towards the cake and I wrinkled my nose as the hole in the middle of it suddenly made a whole lot of gross sense. “No way.” “Yes way. And I still haven’t gotten revenge on Seth for pissing on me that time. So he has this coming.”
The Kiplings are weird ass mfs
