taste for "pussy". A sexy waitress awaits me. I taste your complimentary honey dip. Courtesy of the house, I lick my lips. Mmmm the atmosphere…luxurious, upscale and plush. My mouth waters from the eclectic menu to choose from. So many things I can taste…uhhhm. Mami can I overindulge… Your appetizer got me going. Like the cease of a Ramadan, my appetite is growing. The décor is amiable. Diamond studded thong surrounded by such pretty, endless bronze. I'm soooo ready to indulge. The visual of my craving, a rebirth of love on a Sunday evening, robust and fully featured, sexual dish of African descent, I asked the sexy waitress to assist me with the pronounciation...Bosede, the root of my oral fixation. My sexual appetite...anticipating getting full off your gorgeous pussy. I rate you five star like a pussy connoisseur, Excuse my french, halo lights and sex music, mellow smoothe I drizzle honey all over the center of your soul. Licking your stickiness like a pro or an experienced patron, hungry and simply craving your signature creation. Pussy tasting so good…I'm such a fucking connoisseur, like a high-class peasant, scraping the plate with my tongue. Teasing, sucking the glaze off your fingers. You're creaming. Looking more and more edible, a sexy concoction, exotic and flavorful. Pretty folds resembling chocolate shavings, sweet and bold, you serve me your curvaceous delicatessy.

Fine cuisine, impeccably tasty. Culinary artiste. The use of colors…chocolate, pink, a thong, Le Cordon Red, your entrée is distinct. The presentation, them cocoa legs spread and baby I'm loving your table etiquette. So sweet, your execution and style, you go straight to my head. Like a tres leche, sweet and wet! The art of culinary sex. Hot on the table and speechless. Your pussy starts to overflow, like a melted chocolate gooey mess. You sizzle with cum, my appetite is suppressed. I take my cloth napkin and wipe the lovely mess…this hunger, insatiable, I need it to go. Your pussy dangerous, addictively parasitic…I'm pondering and wondering how I can eat you sooooooo good and still remain hungry in this pussy-craving abyss. I sigh from the beautiful yet temporary fulfillment, your pussy is worth much more than fifteen percent...I leave my tip…a white piece of paper that read, "Priceless