It's afternoon. It starts to feel warm.

I would like an ice cream but the freezer is still empty.

I am hungry. I crave something sweet to chew on.

I open the kitchen sideboard and I find the rusks. I take the rusks and spread Nutella on them, that delicious brown cream with a chocolate and hazelnut flavor, and I start eating.

I love hearing the crunch of rusks crumbling under my teeth. My teeth turn brown. My tongue is full of brown. I have chocolate everywhere. My mouth is full and I'm happy and excited. Indeed, the nipples of my shapely breasts are hard...

It's afternoon. It starts to feel warm.

I would like an ice cream but the freezer is still empty.

I am hungry. I crave something sweet to chew on.

I open the kitchen sideboard and I find the rusks. I take the rusks and spread Nutella on them, that delicious brown cream with a chocolate and hazelnut flavor, and I start eating.

I love hearing the crunch of rusks crumbling under my teeth. My teeth turn brown. My tongue is full of brown. I have chocolate everywhere. My mouth is full and I'm happy and excited. Indeed, the nipples of my shapely breasts are hard and out of the dress.

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È pomeriggio. Inizia a sentirsi il caldo. Vorrei un gelato ma ho ancora il freezer vuoto. Ho fame. Ho voglia di qualcosa di dolce da mettere sotto ai denti.

Apro la credenza e trovo le fette biscottate. Le prendo, ci spalmo sopra la Nutella, quella deliziosa crema marrone al gusto di cioccolato e nocciole, e inizio a mangiare.

Adoro sentire lo scricchiolio delle fette biscottate che si sbriciolano sotto ai miei denti. I miei denti diventano marroncini. La mia lingua è piena di marrone. Ho cioccolato ovunque. Ho la bocca piena e sono contenta ed eccitata. Infatti, i capezzoli del mio formoso seno, sono duri e fuori dal vestito.