Maple Syrup

Christina takes the syrup bottle and pours a generous helping over your pancakes.

"There you go," Christina says. "Oops. Got some on my hand."

She puts down the bottle and slowly runs her tongue over her palm to clean the syrup off. Something about the way she does that makes the syrup between your legs start to flow...

"Good thing I didn't get any anyplace where my tongue can't reach," Christina says.

"Especially since it takes so much licking to get it out of my fur."

She winks at you suggestively.