Apr 13, 2010 12:23
Mister Nygma: I will tell you how divine my coffee is. With Parisian cream.
mushroomcaps: I will get my coffee and appreciate your description.
Mister Nygma: It is sweet and creamy and delicious.
mushroomcaps: Unfunf I'm feeling it.
Mister Nygma: I am pouring it down my throat, the warm liquid coating my insides, lubing them up...
mushroomcaps: OOohhh baby
mushroomcaps: Aw don't stop yet.
Mister Nygma: I savor the delicate flavor on my tongue, then, daintily, dip my tongue out to lick it off my lips.
Mister Nygma: I am wearing a hat.
mushroomcaps: UUNNNGGGHHH
mushroomcaps: I came.
mushroomcaps: My sugar melted for you.
Mister Nygma: Oh god go on.
mushroomcaps: The creme is thick on my lips.
mushroomcaps: The smooth sides are so hot.
Mister Nygma: I will lick it off for you.
mushroomcaps: You do that, baby.
mushroomcaps: I will make green tea.
mushroomcaps: In a bathtub.
jervis