She smiled warmly. Her soft silken fingers gently lifted the knife and fork. Ever so gently she sliced a thin sliver from the meat. Slowly she lifted the nearly see through slice to her lips and placed it upon her tongue. The soft, tender meat blanketed her tongue in it's warm embrace, sending shivers though her body. Her tongue retreats into her mouth quickly, tossing the sliver of meat to her teeth........
...Slowly, tenderly her teeth began to crush the sliver, embracing it lovingly between them. Her eyes brighten as her tongue moves it slowly to the back of her mouth and coaxed it down her throat. A gentle, nearly impossible to hear moan rumbles in her chest. Ever so gracefully she cuts another paper thin slice and repeats the process...........
....Tiny sliver by sliver she whittles away at the tender, juicy bosk steak. It's softness caressing her teeth with every bite, holding her tongue hostage with it's sublime taste. Her stomach growls with ecstasy with every swallow, eagerly awaiting the next swallow to fill it's emptiness. A gentle smile painted upon her lips while her eyes watch Mistress's hair dance gracefully in the air........
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