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My girlfriend removes a tendy from her vagina and feeds it to me. A crisp piece of deep fried chicken, soaked in her womanhood, doused in hot sauce.
"It tastes like a penny!" I giggle. It was that time of the month.
My girlfriend giggles back at me and pours a big glass of warm milk, "Here baby," my girlfriend wraps my arms and legs in a blanky, tight enough that it knots them to my body, allowing her to pick me up and throw me on a canoe. "Pretend it's your bed."
A chalice of tendies and warm milk conjures from her fingers. Its poured down my throat, while my girlfriend dribbles honey on my skin and tickles me.
"Who's my big boy?"
My bowels release as her lips blow raspberries through the honey soaked blanky.
The sound of a million subterranean insects triggered by the same stimuli begin to hiss, at first distant and subdued, but they distend within moments, arriving to feast on the noxious fumes permeating from my ass. They have an orgy in my rectum. Lay eggs in my brain. Their babies hatch and claim my ass as their home. The End.
