Is it more appropos to serve white or red wine at a green sliming? Etiquette experts and sommaliers don't all agree on one of the most vexing issues of our time.
A beautifully rendered caking of a beautiful woman! Love the little details and the unrecognizable mess Nastia is by the end here. I also love how much Anna relishes getting sweet revenge on her "friend"!
I believe Anglefan did some videos with her. I think maybe she and her partner self-produced some videos as well. No idea on the specific video this shot comes from (I didn't post it myself).
Despite her fresh coating of bright green slime, Lily manages to look "very demure, very mindful" here as she watches The Wife get plastered with a pie.
Love the joy on both The Wife's and Lily's faces here. . . even if The Wife is clearly finding the situation a bit more hilarious than Lily, for obvious reasons! :-P
My god, what a vividly captured screenshot! Such a beautiful pie explosion against the lovely face of luscious Lily... this is absolutely freaking DELICIOUS!
Gorgeous, stripped to just her panties, and hands hanging helplessly at her sides, Zoey is incredibly vulnerable to a pastry assault in this magical moment. . .
Beautiful work on this one! Love how she gets that handful of frosting shoved in her face in mid-sentence, as she's futilely ordering her rival out of the hall.
Man, the facial expression on this one is fantastic! Don't get me wrong... both the dress and the woman's body are sensational, but it's the expression of shock on her face that really makes this work for me. Chef's kiss!
I can only imagine what dirty thoughts -- what MESSY thoughts -- are racing through your gorgeous head as you stand there looking impossibly sexy, poised with a creamy dreamy pie in each hand . . .
Incredible screencap! Love Ari's reaction -- she looks genuinely shocked, love the helpless hands in her lap, and I really love how short that white dress and how sexy her legs look coming out of it!
How am I supposed to just go on living my life as a productive member of society, knowing this kind of outrageous beauty is shimmering out there in the distance, forever hovering just out of reach, the metaphorical carrot dangled from the end of a stick, luring me on with lurid fantasias of wild abdomen?