The juice fills my mouth.
A grid pattern like a checker board appears and begins to swirl into a vortex.
Her breasts are held firm and caressed by the Serpent as he slides along her body. Her nipples are sraining and erect and hairs are curling out of her publis mount...like tendrils of twisted grass.
My mind explodes into millions and millions of images, times, places, smells, sensations...
I drop the apple...