Gravy Copypasta
I like to beat my meat with nothing but a nice, thick handful of Church’s Chicken Original Gravy. I go to the one down the street from me, get two cups of that brown gold, and speed home just anticipating the new levels of euphoria that only poultry based sauce can give me. I get undressed and into the shower, and just slap a warm, slippery handful of that delicious bird butter onto my shaft. Up and down, and a minute later, boom! I take my new, tasty treat back to my bed and fall into a dopamine fueled slumber, headed towards dreams of the meaty brown.