finding your cheese pot

Later in bed, after a dinner of cheese fondue, he whispers breathlessly into her ear

I am so glad I found your cheese pot!

My cheese pot? Jesus. How can you be thinking of dinner at a time like this?

Cheese pot? I said G spot.

 

 

A girl never reveals her sources so keep those cards and letters coming, folks.

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