You bring your hand to your mouth and drag him out by one tan foot, feeling his toes curl in a subconcious attempt to latch on. Now dangling him between your thumb and forefinger you look into his spit covered as he struggles to recatch his breath. You smack your lips, maiking it overly obvious that the boy is delicious.
"This is the tasting period", you announce to the struggling lean lad, watching as his gasping works out the toned six pack. You lick your lips some more before continuing. "Depending on your unique flavor I have to decide how best to prepare you."
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