Let’s begin the inventory. Wiggle your toes. Feel those tiny, insignificant digits? I imagine they will be quite chewy. A little gristle, a little bone to suck the marrow from. A delightful, crunchy start to a meal. They’ve carried you your whole life, and their final journey will be sliding down my throat. Send your attention there now. Feel me in your toes, claiming them as my property. Move up. Your calves, your thighs. Oh, the thick, succulent meat of your thighs. This is the main course, isn't it? I want you to squeeze them. Go on. Feel the density. Imagine my teeth sinking into that firm flesh, tearing a perfect, mouth-watering chunk away. Imagine the pressure, the pop of the skin, the rush of hot, coppery life onto my tongue. This is where you will be most tender, most satisfying. These muscles that let you run, let you stand, let you kneel... they will fuel my divine form. They are my thighs now. Say it. "My thighs are yours, Goddess." ** To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$.
