I love the taste of cherries. I rank them the second most romantic food, closely behind pomegranates. I play with the cherry on my tongue, rolling it around. You just asked me on a date, and I'm frankly appalled a shrimp dick loser like you had the nerve. While you're standing there, I decide to cut you down a peg, complaining about your tiny dick, laughing at how unsatisfying it would be inside me... Pathetic. I don't stop playing with my cherries for a second, my tongue stained with their sweet red juice. I wrap my lips around them, and smile a smile your tiny dick could never illicit. Show more