Teasingly, she brought herself over to him, this time, expecting to be relished like a delish bunch of grapes; but for the first time, he sends her a perfunctory nod, resisting to pander to her whim. Nonetheless, she somehow determinedly commands him to his knees where he would spend the next half hour eating her like grapes.
“Wow, you taste like a pineapple goddess,” he sends her.
“Aah oh yeah Aaah mmmmh sssssc! Oh aah… and you eat like a god,” she returns.

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