John Schnatter placed a hand upon the girl's face. She blushed a rosy pink as her lover gazed into her eyes. Was she ready? What is her heart telling her?
She gulped as John began to move his lips in, meeting hers. His tongue went down her throat. He seductively whispered into her ear "I think what you need in your pizza is...better ingredients". The girl let out a small gasp. "Perhaps we should put some icing on your cinnamon pull aparts, my beautiful princess." Her eyes widened.
The former CEO gently traced his fingers over her soft mozzarella textured skin. The girl was silent. But secretly she enjoyed this. She wanted more. She wanted to ever so be touched by the man she loved.
John undid his belt and revealed his Papadia, leaking pre-alfredo sauce. Oh god. The girl was so lost in her lustful thoughts.
She bit her lip. She was eager. Hungry like a drive thru customer in a dinner rush at McDonald's. Yes. God yes. Please John. Her thoughts echoed as she internally begged for more.
John slapped her dough. She moaned. He pinned her down on the makeline table and grinned "Let's stuff your crust, shall we?" Then...into the oven the pizza went. His pizza entered her hot bag. Ready to be served for delivery.