Making You Ice Cream

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I'm a firm believer of that adage amongst all of the weird, old timey phrases. I know for a fact it works. I've been blessed with meals from various co-workers over the years, I've even participated in holiday & employee appreciation dinners and for some reason after each plate was cleaned, I got up from the table more bubbly than all off the neighborhood boys who were swooning over Naz in that one episode of Ed Edd 'N Eddy. In my defense tho, I only lusted after the female cooks. Be easy.

I don't remember a woman ever making dessert for me though. You'll have to forgive my old man memory banks. 34 is a helluva age. Everybody that I remember always made main courses to show out, like my fondest memory of you calling out of work is gonna change with the preparation of a macaroni ham and cheese dish. Nobody sane likes diced ham in their mac n' cheese anyway… Oooo! Now I remember! Ebony Fetish made me some ice cream once. Yeah, it's weird right? A Black woman making ice cream? Fresh homemade ice cream is a very rare treat for me. And what's even weirder than a Black woman making fresh ice cream is the manner in which she did it…

KEYS TO THE SCAT GAME

When you think about how dessert is usually made on cooking shows, a brief display of contents such as whole milk, sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips and crushed ice breezes across your retinas. Welp-- this page features none of those ingredients. In fact, this Texas plumper doesn't even need a ladle to make her treat. She doesn't even go into her kitchen to get cookin'-- she goes into her bathroom. Alright, subtlety is out the window. Ebony shits. Wonderfully. And these next few images will show you why "Making You Ice Cream" by EbonyFetish7 makes her a certified Hall of Famer in my eyes…

Warm-up stretching.

This scat classic begins with its star laid in bed naked as she blasts a couple of morning farts to start her day. The dialogue created by her and her co-star-- her culo -- comes to a halt with the threat of a liquid ass bomb. Brownie points go to EbonyFetish7 for her goodwill to hand out a couple of her world-renowned ass bombs without staining her sheets. The audience doesn't get much time to savor her partial spread, but whereas you eat the chocolate and chopped peanut topping off of a sundae cone, a much better and sweeter treat comes afterwards.

Making her way through the hall, with a full colon…

...is just another beautiful view of this lady's body. In this scene, you get to witness plush poetry in motion as Eb's huge breasts hang like a dunker off of the rim, each roll is stacked like IHOP pancakes and both of her cakes sway from side to side, as if the edges of her back tattoo are ink conductors leading jiggly symphonies. Yes she gets points for beauty and I'm definitely marking down 'jiggly symphony' for later use on Twitter. *Writes in notebook* Her slam dunk is next!

Number 7 drops the sweet heat!

EbonyFetish7 wastes no time in assuming the position to distribute her sexy soft serve. It has been simmering to perfection inside her GI tract for the past few hours and is ready for distribution! With the floor acting as a stationary conveyor belt, her chocolate sweetness slowly pours from her dark spout into an empty pint positioned beneath her ass below. Food manufacturing has never looked this good and I know damn well enough that this fetish edition of How It's Made erects more scat boners than food ones. Just look at that ass: filled with goosebumps that seem to disperse with the presence of stretch marks like raucous crowds away from streams of tear gas. The crack remains still dark even in the face of light, vigilant like a #BlackLivesMatter activist. Her asshole shines in all of its wrinkled glory while managing to get shit done. Both thick, ebony cheeks are supported by stocky calves and pale heels. That squat is top notch😩 Her reverse cowgirl must be a prodigious nutbuster. Give the lady a trophy already.

GAME SUMMARY

It's small concepts like these that show off the creativity of fetish workers and delight fans like me nationwide. Not much budgeting is required to make a good shit clip. There was no need for Hollywood studio level lighting or multiman crews to extend a thousand foot wide backdrop in order to draw eager eyes to the thumbnail of this item in her now defunct Scatshop store. All Ebony needed was her slave, the light from a smartphone, a consistently muddy gastrointestinal tract and an empty ice cream pint. Making You Ice Cream is a small example of the consistency EbonyFetish7 maintained throughout her scat career to the end and while this review leaves a bittersweet taste in the mouths of readers worldwide, this exercise is one made up in the structure of a jersey retirement ceremony.

Thank you dear sweet lady for entertaining us over the years.

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