you hear their chairs shuffling as the last sliver of crispy potato goodness slides down your throat,, the room becomes pitch black as the room's light gets eclipsed by their squishy breasts that have enveloped your head. "we're so so proud of you, very good girl" as they kiss your cheeks in unison~

the crisp and warm fry being delivered to your mouth brushes against your lips before landing on your tongue, her fingers retreating but not before she runs them along where the fry touched,, you bite down on the fry, the crunch of it gives way to her voice as she whispers in your ear, "good girl"

please,,,,,