***CUSTOM CLIP / NO NAME*** You kept coming back to the same coffee shop with that same empty fucking order, biting your lip like a desperate little pervtard, pretending to care about the coffee when your eyes were glued to My mouth, wishing you could get a little taste of them. I saw the way you looked at My lips every time I spoke. You didn’t even try to hide it. It was so obvious. I just knew they were the only thing you ever really came for, so I had to take advantage and teach you a lesson. So I made you a little something extra this time. It’s not a new roast or a new recipe. It’s just a very personal, very wet, sloppy upgrade made straight from the one thing your goonbrain’s been obsessed with since the first time you walked in. I promise this new blend’s gonna hit you harder than caffeine and melt whatever’s left of your self-control. You’ve desperately wanted to know what My mouth tastes like. Now you do. And once it touches your tongue, there’s no going back.