Fake Chow

When your lady wants her loins lapped like Häagen-Dazs ice cream bar on a warm summer day. However, you prefer to keep your lunch in your stomach where it belongs. So you make slurping/misleading mouth play noises whilst performing Chopin’s waltz in C sharp minor with your index finger on her clitoris.

“Ableebedoobahbedoobah” said David after delivering a bout of fake chow. The act was done with the grace of a ballet dancer but the ferocity of a Nile crocodile. Not an ounce of trickery was detected throughout the false cuisine.

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