The quivering Truth 'about me' expressed by each of us...should always open us moistly gaping, while engulfed in craving silky moments of delicious puckered over-flowing rewards. Of course, such outcum can only cum from every properly prepared glistening Chalice of Devotion, which is created for wanton succulence, by the breeding pounding rhythm of the God's, masterfully covering every receptor with sweet creamy nectar, until all are copiously utterly wrenched, in undulating curvaceous arches, while reaching depths yawning with heaving, clenching, shivering worship, squealing, and gasping for more, more, more!!!!