Giannina gozba, tanjur ti je pun, ali desert joj je među nogama

I'll serve you every course, slowly, teasingly—starter, main, sides… but the real feast waits between my thighs. My body is the dessert you've been starving for, dripping, aching, ready to be devoured. By the time you reach me, you won't just be hungry—you'll be desperate, stroking hard, begging for just one taste.