Eat Out More Often...

Men, the way to our heart is well known. Chili dogs and beer, or blowjob? I think the choice is clear.
I'll be tryin to hold that chili fart in later, while yer down there, darlin.

But the secret that women withhold, is that the way to their heart is through their clit. If you are not munching on Musk-Muffin routinely, you are doing it wrong.

If she doesn't enjoy it or want it, you are doing it wrong.

Or she's a post-op transvestite, in which case you have other, shall we say, 'issues' to worry about.
And you are still doing it wrong.

I have Pussy Lips.

You get those, after an hour or so. And I'm not kidding about the stutter. Hers. It's only temporary.
While you are applying chapstick to your proud Battle-Lips, she should be over there, on the bed, spasming just from watching your lips move as you apply the balm. If you approach her, and appear to wish to touch her in any way, she should shriek and back up against the wall away from you, if you've done it right.

Think of it as a refillable taco. The gift that keeps on giving.

Good head covers a multitude of sins.

Great Head gets you complete redemption.

Trust me.


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