She was chaste, celibacy her claim to fame
She felt that gravity had pulled on her form, that age had eroded her vanity. She presented her vanilla essence as something almost unclean and not wanted.
But, when I caress the beautiful, Madagascan bean pod, the flavorful essence begins to flow with intensity.
In time, she revealed that the true hunger of her soul was to be craved and prized above all, and this she is.
The most beautiful sound she ever uttered to me was, “fuck me, please “
So I gripped her hips as I had gripped her heart and plundered her deep. My craving sated for now.
