Shop till ya' Pop (5)

⟫ Gyzer rolls up his sleeves. Organizing the pancakes onto plates, steam rolling off their perfect fluffiness.

Wow!! I want some!!

⟫ Sophie shouts, lazily laying on the floor. 25ft cock towering above her. GLLLRRRRG Scratch that, 35ft.

Just eat the ones on the floor! Can't sell those ones....not that I could sell these if people knew.

⟫ He whispers that last part.

Nom... mlem

⟫ Sophie uses her tongue to reel them in. Still refusing to get up.

meeze are mood! (These are good!)

⟫ She mumbles, pancake in mouth.

Glad you like' em.... cuz I'm not touching your disgusting cum cakes.

⟫ Gyzer grunts, sliding more of them onto the tower.

They need syrup tho! heheheh~

⟫ Sophie giggles. Magical cum tanks bubbling as she finishes chomping up a few more. glllrrb glorb

⟫ Gyzer finishes his towers. Each one steaming, hot and ready to eat..... but something was definitely missing.

Shit.... I think you're right.

⟫ Sophie bounces up. Her balls smacking her in the face as she does.

I am!! boing BWAFF! Gaaaaaaaaaaauh!!

⟫ She falls back down.

⟫ He reaches into his bag. Pulling out a gallon of syrup! yoink BOMP Slamming it on the table.

There we go!!

⟫ Sophie gets back up, slowly this time.

You had that the whole time!?! Why didn't we eat that!?!?

What? No way.... that's gross, who eats just syrup?

⟫ Sophie pouts. Moving over to him, cock throbbing around as she walks. glrrg womp warp Coming to a steady wobble right in front of him.

You know, I have a question... why didn't you put our clothes in your magic bag instead? Like' it seems like there's a lot more room in there than the wagon... plus like' we'd still have em'

⟫ Gyzer glares at her, expression unchanging. Leaning in and whispering.

I'm not letting your semen anywhere near my magic back again.... NEVER!

⟫ He yell-whispers. Going back to his table of cum-cakes.

Alright.... Now how are we gonna get people attention?

⟫ He puts his fist to his chin. His eyes purveying, looking for something "attention grabbing." A bag of garbage? no... A palette of wood? nah.... Three broken-- nah...

⟫ His gaze meets Sophie's. His eyes trailing up up up up up up and up.

That'll work...

⟫ He snickers.