Buttery butter

Sir,

EXCUSE ME?! Did you really say that? With that animalistic tone in your voice, almost grunting?

Holy shit man, that instantly turned me on, so badly. My mind directly jumped, now echoing that sentence — replacing the verb you used by some alternative words… "Rah! I love it when you —- like that!!" Let me gasp, catch my breath, and politely reply "thank you" like a good girl.

I'm melting like butter under the summer sun. And we're in the middle of winter, are you fucking kidding me? Utterly delicious and highly tempting. You, not the butter.

Extraordinary. Extra-ordinary.