May I take your order?

You're holy so I offer every hole a woman can give. All that at the cost of a rib. Wet and sweet, with a juicy pink dip, entries prepared for a soft, creamy slip. Tongue in cheek you'd marvel at the taste, an entree displayed with acts debased. The milk we make is meant to whet the tongue, dissipating thirst with a sucking outcome.

Different from you and what your body can do but a perfect grip.

She receives and that itself is her gift.

Take a lick, she's got the sauce.

When you reach that special spot, you'll find she's cored till even her honey mixes with the smoky drips of semen when it slips out the pot.