I took a bite into a Chipotle burrito, and it was sheer panty milk.

Something about his cologne just lingered through my nose into my soul, latched on in my heart, and dragged my body into his arms. I swear we should name that cologne Panty Milk.

When I was stressing about a bill, my husband informed me that he already paid it. He totally milked my panties with that.

Last night, hit a good lick. I brought home three figures easy for about two hours worth of my time. Not too bad I don't think.