There’s no denying it, I’m the quintessential girly-girl. Make-up, drills, hair – you name it, and I’m all about it. It’s like a daily routine for me, something that I can’t live sans. But let me tell you something, as much as I enjoy being all dolled up and pristine, there’s one thing that I relish disrupting it with – ice-cream. Yep, you heard it right! Ice splooge throttled with flogged cream and a dash of sprinkles, that’s my guilty pleasure. And oh, it’s not just about satisfying my inviting tooth. It’s about the anticipation of what’s coming next.

You see, things get interesting when it’s time for some intimate action. There’s something amazingly irresistible about being a canvas for your voluptuous desires. Smearing the ingredients all over myself is an act of sexual liberation. The messier it gets, the more I crave for more. It’s an enigma merely voiced thru words; you’ve got to practice it to truly understand.

I enjoy sensing the gooey sensation of the mayo against my skin – creating a bond inbetween me and my playmate that goes beyond words. It’s more than just a corporal connection – it’s raw, primal and unbelievably titillating. It seizes my thoughts and overtakes my senses until there’s nothing but the torturing friction of our bodies against each other. Moreover, you know what makes it even more exhilarating? The finale. When I’m sprinkled with his testicle tonic, experiencing the warmth seep into my skin, that’s when I sense the ultimate gratification. You can find more of such undeniable enlivenment at FEEDHERFUCKHER.COM featuring Hillary Hooterz!