food🥴

1: Chaa and biscuits

I woke up and had the urge to consume something. My usual daily platter of hands wasnt available so I had to eat Chaa and biscuits

I dipped the soft and sweet biscuit and its rich aroma of sugar and natural milk filled the air 😩 My chaa was steaming hot and filled with fresh, organic sugar scrumptious enough to give me diabetes 💦 When biscuit met tea, unforgettable history was made. The egg and milk mixture made into biscuit soaked the flavor and warmth of my chai. Tiny droplets of my puthay throbbing tea ran down and soaked my pastel fingertips and brought out the wrinkles. I raised it to my watering mouth and my taste buds felt an experience of a lifetime. The flavor was luscious, the taste of the sweet and sugary batter of damp cookie made my soul unexist.🤤 The mouthwatering taste spread across my tounge all the way down to my succulent bussy😽 It was so so good that the universe finally had meaning and my life had found its purpose. Everything seemed clear now because this experience had opened up new paths for me. Astounded by this bussy-wetting experience I dipped it again, I watched it soften  until it was wet enough to drink 🥴 I savored each bite, letting my teeth chomp what was left and my tounge to suck on the wet sweet bread. When I was done with my toungasm I sipped the tea. It tasted like heaven. It tasted better than my teachers pp. My bussay throbbed while I drank down the rest of it, letting the sweet, hot liquid find its way down my esophagus. When i was done I sat back down, exhausted from the experience. million dolla puthay 🎶