Didn`t cook dinner but do you eat pussies by any chance? ?

You notice the pussy on full display before anything else — soft, bare, and completely unapologetic about skipping dinner entirely.

You feel the hunger shift somewhere lower than your stomach, your eyes tracing the curve of thighs spread just enough to make your mouth water. You recognize this kind of invitation — wordless, direct, requiring zero explanation.

You already know your answer to the question. You lean closer to the screen and feel your breath change rhythm. You want to taste, to press your lips exactly where the ache is loudest. You are absolutely, unquestionably starving.