The soft fuzz brush your lips. You enjoy the sensation. You nibble and bite into the flesh. Juices flow into your mouth. Your tongue slides gracefully across the insides licking the juices up that flow out to greet it. You groan in delight at the taste. You voraciously dive in deeper wanting more. Juices drip down your chin. You brush your hand absentmindedly across your chin while continuing to plunder the soft pink flesh. After several minutes of greedily devouring your delight you have reached the center. The juices have ran out and all you are left with is a fond memory of the taste.
"Master don't you tell me not to play with my food?"
You chuckle and toss the pit in the garbage. You look over at me and grin wolfishly
"Come here my little slut Master is still hungry!"
