Doing the “layer cake” consists of stacking one woman on top of another and positioning yourself behind them to alternate fucking one and then the other in the ass.
Noun. An expansion of the muffin top. A layer cake refers to both the roll of flesh bulging over tight fitting pants as well as the roll, or layer, of fatty flesh created by a tight fitting bra. The combination of fleshy rolls create a layered effect, ergo, the layer cake. While a muffin top can be sported by a woman of any size, a layer cake is a label generally attributed to larger women.
That woman's layer cake is jiggling whilst riding on the back of that motorcycle.
The end result of a collection of persons defecating in the same toilet without flushing, or indeed putting the loo roll in said toilet, in which the effort of a group creates a fantastic art piece the family or indeed friends can enjoy.
Come on Jim squeeze 1 out, with your effort we'll have created the perfect layer cake!
you're baking layer cakes when taking a dump in the sink then wiping your ass while not being sure if you got it all out already. So you give it another try and out comes the poopy poo which makes you wipe your bottom again which then in the sink forms a layer cake of black-and-white poo-paper-poo-paper etc.
Dude, yesterday when I was over at Keyla's I was baking triple layer cakes. When she found out she kicked me out ... damn.
Layer Cake is a British gangster thriller published in 200 and later turned into a 2004 film, it follows XXXX A savvy 29-year old drug dealer hoping to pack up his earnings and leave the game to live life as "a gentleman of leisure" when he reaches the age of 30. According to him " I'm not a gangster, just a businessman. And my commodity happens to be cocaine."
The title refers to the human social strata, especially in the British crime underworld, as well as the numerous plot layers in the film.
You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son
My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.