I’m such a greedy slut for ice cream, aren’t I? It’s become my daily craving, an unrelenting need to devour an entire kilogram of creamy, sweet calorie bomb without a second thought. Watch closely as I demolish half a kilogram in one sitting, spoonful after spoonful disappearing into my eager mouth. When it’s gone, I don’t just stop—I make sure to lick the plate spotless, my practiced tongue leaving no trace behind, all while keeping my makeup perfectly intact like the polished, gluttonous, feedee pig I am.

I’m such a greedy slut for ice cream, aren’t I? It’s become my daily craving, an unrelenting need to devour an entire kilogram of creamy, sweet calorie bomb without a second thought. Watch closely as I demolish half a kilogram in one sitting, spoonful after spoonful disappearing into my eager mouth. When it’s gone, I don’t just stop—I make sure to lick the plate spotless, my practiced tongue leaving no trace behind, all while keeping my makeup perfectly intact like the polished, gluttonous, feedee pig I am.