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I walked in to the kitchen and see them lying on the table with nothing on. I stroll over and run my index finger over their center.

'you're still warm' I thought as I felt the radiating heat. "what am I going to do to you?" I whispered, lightly tracing my tounge along my finger.

I walked over to the fridge and pull oven the door. I looked for the butter an grabbed it with a smile on my face. I took a peek over in the cutlery draw

no butter knives

i'll use my finger

I popped the lid off and dug my finger into the butter. I smeared butter over the whole top surface, my mouth watering. I put the butter back in the fridge and lightly picked them up.

I took a big bite

I love eating butter on toast

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