Eating Cup Cakes Without Pants On

He sat on the white plastic stool, his black tribly hat matched his black tie. His crisp white shirt matched his shiny white seat. He picked up the white iced cup cake, from the shiny white plate, lifting it to his mouth. As he raised his arm, the tail of his shirt lifted up over his white, hairy thighs. His pubic hair was a black bush contrasted against his white skin. His penis lay shrivel over his large purple testicles, laying down against his hairy, inner thigh. He took a large bite on the cup cake, his little finger pointed just so, chewing the light cake between his teeth. The moistened cake and white icing stuck to the roof of his mouth, his tongue made a click sound as it pulled the cake back down onto his taste buds. His crimson tongue came out over his cherry red lips as though it was too big for his head, as though he was a cow chewing its cud.  Crumbs fell from his white chin, falling into his black bush, appearing like dandruff, or diamonds on black velvet in a jewellers display, or stars in a black sky. His knees were nobly. His feet huge. Tufts of black hair sprouted out of each of his big, white, toes. His toenails were yellow and curling.