Cream Gene c****** at you from the tent behind the Publix. Just finished extracting the cream out of the huevos of a few migrant desperados, Alfonso and Julioberto, who were down on their luck camped out. I told them that I was here to help lighten their loads and after a short discussion they both simply put their jugs of beer down and removed their pants.
Alfonso had a long thin rigid churro filled with cream sauce, while Julioberto had a thick uncut tamale with a wiry and fragrant black bush.
I took turns working their Spanish swizzlesticks until they started getting more and more eager to unload their dos leches b**********.
I started working Alfonso’s mushroom tip a little faster in my mouth and swirling my tongue around before he shouted “dios mío! Pinche joto está el mejor!” while unloading his meximilk down my greedy throat, this pumping took 45 seconds or longer.
Julioberto was so eager to get my lips back on his tamale he grabbed my head and slammed it down. I acquiesced and also began massaging his swollen huevos and prostate, within a few seconds he was shouting in Spanish about my “prostitute b**** mouth” which I take as a compliment.
Just another day of serving the less fortunate for Crema Eugene 🍼
