Ple-Sen
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Beata and Guion eagerly dug into the cake with forks, piling it onto their plates.
“It tastes even better than it looks,” Beata groaned, her mouth full, “food of the gods. I’m about to have a taste orgasm.”
“Not sure those exist,” Guion smiled. “But yeah, if they did, this cake would definitely qualify. Perfect texture and balance of sweetness.”
“He’s even talking about textures… Who cares, when it’s so de-li-cious!”