#spongy cake

[useless-catalanfacts]

Video by Daily Catalan on Instagram:

"Pa de pessic" (pinch bread) is a typical Catalan dessert that doesn't require many ingredients but has an incredible taste (as if you were biting into a cloud!).

You can find the recipe (in Catalan and English) in her Instagram clicking the link.

[ratatatastic]

vanha kauppahalli date but the dessert edition aka the more enjoyable edition if not because sasha has a sweet tooth so we can like these foods freely

sasha in the midst of eating merengue and almost choking to death because he thinks any comment out of maffhews mouth is funny maffhew sweetheart we have to think about the effect we have on the people around us for a single second here

[tapwater118]

and on this wonderfully spooky october i bring you… more goddamn babies. motherfucker i thought i patched the hole they were coming in through god. shit.

[kwazacles]

Some old and some newer art:3 some of these are my ocs

[sbrixy]

well tumblr exists so

hearty and amber are serkettphone and lemonysnake's ocs respectively, kiki the bell is mine :)

[spirit-of-a-kiger]

First of all, can we all just appreciate the way Pomni looks here? Just her face and body language and the way she's shivering and everything?

Second of all, I love how many times throughout the trailer Pomni's knees lock together like this. She's so timid and cute and gyaaaawwwwww!

[skyward-floored]

MAN I REALLY WANT CAKE

[hoodiewearer09]

thats progress, not long now

[blackvahana]

apparently the eye-squid-worm-fish have very very tiny suckers on their face tentacles and that's all you and I need to know

[chai-dye]

its just me and this entire sheet of tres leches cake against the world

[whentherewerebicycles]

little olive oil cake :)

[useless-catalanfacts]

Coques de patata or coques de Nadal, spongy potato cakes. They're eaten around Christmas time in Mallorca (Balearic Islands).

Video by Forn Sant Francesc on their Instagram.

[secondsofpleasure]

ny breakfast / 12.2022

[amaranthinespirit]

blue collar or cowboy!simon riley who would fuck you in the bed of his truck

simon was always out working so hard all day, coming home with dirt caked on his clothes. you'd have to scold him when he would track mud through the house—that you had just cleaned from whenever he came in yesterday.

he'd grovel, pressing kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, the well-worn, holed shirt you stole from him slipping off your frame. muttering promises between each press of his lips further up your neck, along your jaw.

who are you to resist?

and who is he to either?

your pants pooled at your ankles, shirt hiked up your back and drooping off one shoulder. your inner thighs are slick and glistening with arousal and saliva.

a rough hand pushes down on your back, further squishing your chest into the hard metal of his truck bed, another grasping firmly at the fat of your backside where simon's face is lapping at your dripping cunt.

soft mewls cry from your lips, hands reaching back to grasp as his head, fingers tangling through the short locks of dirty blond. he only grunts in response—sorry, luvie, he's in heaven.

your legs are trembling, knees threatening to buckle under you with three orgasms already coaxed out of you on his tongue alone, milking you of your sweet, slick nectar.

your quiet, strained cries do nothing, but aid the tightness in his dirtied jeans, his cock oozing arousal in his boxers, dampening the fabric beyond his zipper. every involuntary shift of his hips causes more friction and tension with the denim, sending a groan throughout your pussy.

his noises vibrate against your pussy, shocking your overstimulated, and oversensitive, clit. all you can do is cry out as he pushes himself deeper, closer. his tongue is merciless, selfish as he threatens to swallow you whole.

at this point, you're begging for relent, repeated pleas of his name falling from your lips as the familiar heat builds in your tummy, and you writhe under his hands. the cold metal turning warm under you as it digs into your skin.

everything becoming overstimulating as the world begins to spin, jaw going slack, saliva pooling in your mouth as it threatens to spill over your swollen lips.

tears are streaming down your flushed face, your hair is frizzy and eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head as yet another release washes over you, sending a shudder through your body.

simon finally pulls his face away from the heaven between your thighs, not without flattening his tongue over your cunt for a last taste.

the lower half of his face glistening, coated in your juices, he desperately licks his lips to savor it. as he stands up from his position, his hand on your back pushes you back down onto the bed of his truck.

"n't done, luvie, be'a gud girl 'nd stay still," he kneaded the flesh of your backside, groaning at the sight in front of him.

his hands meet your hips, pulling you back on his clothed erection. a small yelped wince escapes your lips at the friction against your sensitive cunt. your frayed nerves against the harsh material that soaks up your arousal and previous releases.

you whine as he rocks his hips slowly, grunting as he watches the material dampen so easily before he pulls away from your hips.

his movements are hasty, not wasting any more time as he barely undoes his belt and zipper, freeing his heavy cock from the constraints of his jeans.

he whines softly at the warmth of your puffy, swollen folds as he rubs his cockhead up and down your pussy before catching your slit.

he groans at the tightness that welcomes him, the slick, clamping, spongy walls that pulse around his dick almost milks him of every last drop of sperm that fills his heavy balls.

your voice is hoarse, almost gone by the time his cock is sheathed in you, his cockhead brushing your cervix as you feel the precum oozing from his slit. you can feel every prominent vein of his cock against your spongy walls, they're practically ingrained in you, your pussy molded to take his dick.

a creamy, white circle forms at the base of his cock as he forces his entire length inside, his girthy dick stretching your weeping pussy with loud, lewd squelches.

he doesn't give you time—he's selfish tonight, unapologetically so because luvie, he didn't track any dirt through the house! this is him rewarding himself for being so good! you can't discourage that, can you?

it isn't long until your backside is red, his hips pistioning into your sopping cunt, the sight of your slick pussy swallowing his red, angry cock so needily, sucking him in so desperately and clamping around him was addicting, and the feel even more so. his pace isn't nice, it's mean, and relentless, and bruising.

"fuck, lovie, couldn' wait t'hav ya," he whined in your ear, his cock drilling into your tight hole as he nipped at your earlobe. calloused, rough and dirty hands kneading the fat of your ass, a sharp slap to your skin causing it to turn even more flushed and red as he fucked himself stupid.

he was pussy-drunk, drool dripping from his cracked, dry lips onto the expanse of your shoulder. he'd press lewd, wet kisses against your supple skin, adding to the trails of saliva that pooled from his lips.

you'd have bruises the shape of his fingers on your ass for days, maybe even a week after, because of how hard his hands grasp your backside, pulling you back onto his cock as he milks himself dry.

"need t'fill y'r pussy, baby," his voice comes out a low, rough whine, despite the heavy grasp and force he exerts, "fuck, 's all f'me, ain't it?"

he'd always make sure to put dirt on the floors if it meant making it up to you by stuffing his face between your thighs.

or, making sure to kick off his boots outside the door if it meant rewarding himself like this, again, and again, and again.

[sunsetsimon]

blue collar!simon fucking you in the back seats of his truck because you showed up, looking as beautiful as ever, to drop off his lunch that he forgot in the fridge this morning. your hips swaying deliciously with each step toward him, making his mouth water for you.

"knew it was about your lunch time, so i decided to drop by," you say, holding the black lunchbox out to him.

fuck the lunch, he decides. he needs to have you instead.

that's how you end up in his truck, pants yanked off onto the floor as he shoves you down onto his chubbed cock, red and dripping precum as it jumps in excitement. simon ruts into you hard and fast, shaking the 2 ton vehicle with his intense momentum. he could care less if any of his men walking by catch a glimpse, the need to pump a fat load of his cum into your cervix clouding his judgement.

his dirt caked hands leave streaks on your plushy ass as he squeezes it, pulling you down harder as if he could possibly reach deeper into your insides. your spongy walls have him in a death grip, each groove and contraction sending him even further into delirium.

"mmph- simon-" you choke out, hot tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you cum, pussy clamping down so hard he struggles to thrust as deep. his blonde pubes kiss your clit with each jerk of his hips, intensifying your stimulation, making your juices spew between your legs and soak his abdomen.

"mmh, fuck yeah baby," simon practically growls, continuing his relentless abuse. "can't help but fuckin' squirt on me, huh? i'm making you feel this good? you don't feel any shame knowing my men are nearby?"

his degradation reaches your ears but misses your brain, your mind practically buzzing with ecstacy, too fucked out to process anything right now.

"gimme just another minute baby, wanna cherish this fuckin' pussy."

[auna-blog]

Schiacciata alla Fiorentina or Italian Easter Cake Mix basic ingredients in a bowl, pour batter into a pan, and bake. That's how easy it is to make this traditional Italian orange Easter cake.