The Date

He grasped her date and squeezed softly.

A moan.

‘These are so good…’ she murmured, her fleshly tongue toying with painted lips, ‘they make my toes curl in pleasure.’

He squeezed once more, rolled it in his fingers, and abstractedly wondered how it would taste.

He saw that her toes were curled.

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