Doritos? Hula Hoops? Space Raiders? Walkers?
You choose exactly what I chew.
Watch me slowly enjoy every bite… taking my time… making you wait… before I chew them down and work them into soft little balls that are shaped with my tongue and prepared just for you.
Then I bake them, sealing in every moment… every trace… every bit of my attention.
This isn’t just a snack.
It’s control. It’s indulgence. It’s submission.
Made to order.
So go on…
Pick your crisps.
And let me do the rest. 😈