I emerge out of the miasma of your nostalgia. Do not be afraid.
I come to replenish your ardent ocelot with the sweet milk it craves. My spermal benefactions delight, almost as much as it deprives in its absence.
Drink.
I emerge out of the miasma of your nostalgia. Do not be afraid.
I come to replenish your ardent ocelot with the sweet milk it craves. My spermal benefactions delight, almost as much as it deprives in its absence.
Drink.