/ck/ - Food & Cooking

I want a giant female worker Jollibee© to sting me in the ass with her modified ovipositor stinger. After she punctures the inner wall of my rectum, I'll watch her pull away, shrieking in pain and bleeding ketchup as her digestive tract, made of giant strands of Jolly Spaghetti™ and covered in hot dog meat sauce, separates from her body along with the stinger, which is pumping frosty purple yam ice cream into my sphincter. She beats her crispy breaded Chickenjoy™ wings furiously, showering the area with stale grease, as she tries to fly back to the hive, but her gaping ass wound where her stinger used to bee is too deep, and she flops down on the ground, hyperventilating and sweating gravy from every pore. I'll watch her gasp and spasm like the chunk of flan in a halo-halo as she bleeds out the last of her ketchup blood onto the parched ground and then fall down on top of her, her stinger still filling me with frosty fun, and start paradoxically undressing as hypothermia begins to kill me from the inside out.

I want a giant female worker Jollibee© to sting me in the ass with her modified ovipositor stinger. After she punctures the inner wall of my rectum, I'll watch her pull away, shrieking in pain and bleeding ketchup as her digestive tract, made of giant strands of Jolly Spaghetti™ and covered in hot dog meat sauce, separates from her body along with the stinger, which is pumping frosty purple yam ice cream into my sphincter. She beats her crispy breaded Chickenjoy™ wings furiously, showering the area with stale grease, as she tries to fly back to the hive, but her gaping ass wound where her stinger used to bee is too deep, and she flops down on the ground, hyperventilating and sweating gravy from every pore. I'll watch her gasp and spasm like the chunk of flan in a halo-halo as she bleeds out the last of her ketchup blood onto the parched ground and then fall down on top of her, her stinger still filling me with frosty fun, and start paradoxically undressing as hypothermia begins to kill me from the inside out.

I want a giant female worker Jollibee© to sting me in the ass with her modified ovipositor stinger. After she punctures the inner wall of my rectum, I'll watch her pull away, shrieking in pain and bleeding ketchup as her digestive tract, made of giant strands of Jolly Spaghetti™ and covered in hot dog meat sauce, separates from her body along with the stinger, which is pumping frosty purple yam ice cream into my sphincter. She beats her crispy breaded Chickenjoy™ wings furiously, showering the area with stale grease, as she tries to fly back to the hive, but her gaping ass wound where her stinger used to bee is too deep, and she flops down on the ground, hyperventilating and sweating gravy from every pore. I'll watch her gasp and spasm like the chunk of flan in a halo-halo as she bleeds out the last of her ketchup blood onto the parched ground and then fall down on top of her, her stinger still filling me with frosty fun, and start paradoxically undressing as hypothermia begins to kill me from the inside out.

I want a giant female worker Jollibee© to sting me in the ass with her modified ovipositor stinger. After she punctures the inner wall of my rectum, I'll watch her pull away, shrieking in pain and bleeding ketchup as her digestive tract, made of giant strands of Jolly Spaghetti™ and covered in hot dog meat sauce, separates from her body along with the stinger, which is pumping frosty purple yam ice cream into my sphincter. She beats her crispy breaded Chickenjoy™ wings furiously, showering the area with stale grease, as she tries to fly back to the hive, but her gaping ass wound where her stinger used to bee is too deep, and she flops down on the ground, hyperventilating and sweating gravy from every pore. I'll watch her gasp and spasm like the chunk of flan in a halo-halo as she bleeds out the last of her ketchup blood onto the parched ground and then fall down on top of her, her stinger still filling me with frosty fun, and start paradoxically undressing as hypothermia begins to kill me from the inside out.

I want a giant female worker Jollibee© to sting me in the ass with her modified ovipositor stinger. After she punctures the inner wall of my rectum, I'll watch her pull away, shrieking in pain and bleeding ketchup as her digestive tract, made of giant strands of Jolly Spaghetti™ and covered in hot dog meat sauce, separates from her body along with the stinger, which is pumping frosty purple yam ice cream into my sphincter. She beats her crispy breaded Chickenjoy™ wings furiously, showering the area with stale grease, as she tries to fly back to the hive, but her gaping ass wound where her stinger used to bee is too deep, and she flops down on the ground, hyperventilating and sweating gravy from every pore. I'll watch her gasp and spasm like the chunk of flan in a halo-halo as she bleeds out the last of her ketchup blood onto the parched ground and then fall down on top of her, her stinger still filling me with frosty fun, and start paradoxically undressing as hypothermia begins to kill me from the inside out.