I love good food. Fresh sushi, authentic italian, and fusion. But there is nothing I love consuming more than men.

Your masculinity is like the finest dish, and I love consuming it daily. All the pride, the ego, and the dominance taste like fresh whipped cream and berries. Devouring you, one bite at a time is pure heaven. Milking you day in and day out to feed my insatiable appetite has become my favorite pastime.

Your willpower is like fresh berries, I feel the seeds crunching between my strong molars as I grind you for nutrition. Your flesh, bitten in half by my sharp wh...

I love good food. Fresh sushi, authentic italian, and fusion. But there is nothing I love consuming more than men.

Your masculinity is like the finest dish, and I love consuming it daily. All the pride, the ego, and the dominance taste like fresh whipped cream and berries. Devouring you, one bite at a time is pure heaven. Milking you day in and day out to feed my insatiable appetite has become my favorite pastime.

Your willpower is like fresh berries, I feel the seeds crunching between my strong molars as I grind you for nutrition. Your flesh, bitten in half by my sharp white teeth softens as it is dissolved by my powerful saliva. I prepare each inch, each gram, each ounce, to slide past my fat pink tongue, get shredded by my bicuspids, and then slowly, sweetly, guided down my esophagus, squeezed by the strong muscles in my throat, and thrust downward into my stomach, where the acid waits to break you down entirely.

So sweet, all the juices that flow from your meat as I grind you into paste. You're delicious. I want more.