Plus-Sized Mukbang Hoes: I Was Just Filming a McDonald’s Collab Now I’m Fighting His Ex Over Mashed Potatoes and His Heart

Georgia:

I had one goal. Ride his face, swallow my fries, and give the livestream what they paid for. But then his ex rolled up in a McDonald’s like she was on patrol, calling me a rebound with her knockoff bag swinging. I didn’t flinch. I scooped up mashed potatoes and hit her dead in the chest.

Now it’s viral chaos. Fast food flying. My tits covered in gravy. Comments flooding in begging me to sit on their face next. But the worst part? I still want the man who let her walk in while I was mid-moan.

He says I’m the one. Says I taste like sin and stardom. If he wants another bite, he better bring sauce, stamina, and proof he can worship what he wrecked. I’m not a side dish. I’m the whole spread. And baby, I serve it hot.

DeShawn:

She straddled my face while filming. Moaned around a mouthful of nuggets. Told the livestream I was dessert. I thought I could handle her. Thought I could lie to both women and keep my name out their mouths.

I was wrong.

Georgia flipped the script, turned a mukbang into a cage match, and made me beg with my mouth full. She dragged my ex out by her weave, poured gravy down her own chest, and kept grinding on me like she owned the damn internet. I came harder than I ever have. And she still made me say thank you.

Now I’m hooked. Living in her apartment. Licking whipped cream off her thigh every night and praying the camera never stops. She’s wild. She’s mean. She’s magic. And I’d ruin my whole life to keep her full.

This is food play with zero filter. Filthy. Loud. Slippery in all the right ways. Come hungry. Eat everything. Georgia doesn’t serve seconds, but she might let you watch.