Quench

quenching my quest consuming quivering crumbs caught crumbling from chests. your cool cookie monster, here to foster your fantasies and facilitate frivolous over all freak-ness. in all fairness, your heiress i am but a servant thus you must dictate what dick does and Richard is richer than rich with a sole thicker than thick melting lust to liquid so lick to your thirsts content. our book will contain no table of contents you must be creative and conscious to conduct your path on this adventure of anatomy. and i await your arrival in pleasurable anguish as i pace and plot under the tree at our old meeting spot.