You went to go and pick up some Starbucks for me, and I promised you a good time when you come back. I'm sitting here waiting in a bra and panties and you seem to be taking forever. Maybe I'm just impatient. You finally get back with my Starbucks, and it's not even close to what I ordered. I wanted a mocha frappuccino, you brought me back a green tea. How did you mess this up so badly?  I am beyond frustrated and I begin to express that frustration to you. I tell you how you were going to get lucky. I began to get on my hands and knees and show you my body, showing you what you're missing out on. I verbally humiliate you calling you things like a loser, pathetic, a waste of space. You are good for nothing except for feeding my appetite. I can do that part on my own, there's no way you can mess this up  I proceed to lick you and tell you how you're going to taste. So good. I swallow you whole and with in seconds my stomach starts to bloat and expand. I become very gassy and start barking. I even let out a couple farts. How is it possible that something so simple as me eating you, you still managed to find a way to fuck it up. My belly aches and I begin to moan and rub my stomach to help with the pain. I decide to rest my upset stomach and let it digest while I take a little nap.