What's next?
A specially served meal
You watch, mouth agape, as whipped cream and sweat rains down on the woman's face from above. And even more shockingly, a vile pile of half-melted butter snakes its way out onto the poor woman's waiting tongue.{if@ images > 2}
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"It gets worse." The man with the laptop warns.
How can it get worse?!
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