Okay, Montana, I've slathered ice cream on my balls for you, just the way you like it, because I know how much you appreciate a good--wait, what, who, what the...
Goddammit, Chai, get offa there! That's for Montana! Dammit!
I swear, this happens every time I slather my balls with ice cream. Women come running. It's tiresome, really. Why can't I ever have just ONE girl licking ice cream off my balls? No, it always has to be a tussle between two or three, sometimes as many as a dozen women--why, why WHY must I be cursed this way!?
Okay, now, girls, play nice. No fighting. I've got an ass crack full of fudge waiting when you're done with that...ooh, that tickles...