You sat at your table in the center of a well-lit restruant. You were waiting for your date to arrive. He was a fit, tanned man that you had met on . His profile noted some nice qualities that realy turned you on. He claimed to be very saucy and he seemed to really enjoy eating meat, which was a plus for you; you were a pretty big beef lover. You were lost in your thoughts when suddenly a tall man walked in through the door. He looked around until he finally caught sight of you. He sat down at the table and introduced himself.
"Hello, my name is Bee S. Kew." he stated in a strong Texan accent. He wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Hello, I'm Reed Er Le'mon." you wiggled your eyebrows too. WThe two of you were quickly caught in the heated depths of an eyebrow wiggle battle. He eventually wiggled his eyebrows so fast, they spontaneously combusted and caught the table on fire. You started flipping out and threw up onto the fire.
"Oh my God, Reed. YOU'RE AMAZING! YOU DEFEATED MY EYEBROW FIRE! Impressive." he said proudly.
You felt so proud of yourself, you jumped up and stood on the table. You then realised that it was covered in your own vomit.
Later that day, Bee had taken you to the cinema to watch "Sharknado." After the movie, he asked you if you would like to come over to his place. You accepted the generous offer. You walked along the dark streets to his mansion of a house. When you finally got there, there were barbacue sauce fountains and a barbacue sauce fountain and a barbecue sauce pool. His front yard was littered with golden, sparkly grills.
"Are you hungry?" he asked you. You were rather surprised by the question considering that you had recently gone out to a restraunt, but then you remembered that you had puked into your food and therefore did not eat anything.
You replied with a simple "yes." He walked over to one of the sparkly grills and took out some nice raw beef from his underwear. The packet said that it was made of pingus. He tossed one on to the grill which he had lit with his eyebrows.
After the beef was cooked he took out a plate and lay down the beef for you. He then spat on the beef. The richest of barbecue sauces had escaped his mouth as he drooled over your plate. You took the plate from him feeling rather skeptical. None the less, you took a big bite out of it since you really, really loved beef. Especially pingu beef. The taste of the barbecue sauce danced on your tongue. It was the most delicious barbecue sauce you had ever tasted,
and trust me, you had eaten a lot of barbecue sauce during your life time. It was so good that you dropped to the floor and shouted in delight as you entered into the most delightful of orgasms.
Bee ran over to your squirming body as he ripped off his shirt shirt meerly by flexing his sexy, ripped man boobs. He jumped on you and threw up onto your face. You gulped down his vomit and then realised that it was the same glorious taste of his barbecue sauce spit that you had tasted earlier, except this time, it was so overwhelming that your man/boobs exploded. Your man/milk went everywhere and stained the walls as his beautiful sauce soaked through your clothes and skin into your body. You licked his lips which also tasted like barbecue sauce as you passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Later that night, you woke up in your bed to find your body covered in barbecue sauce and a empty glass bottle in your hand.