As Adobe sits and slugs down several juicy slices of pizza, he watches as the three Satyress sisters stand with legs spread and cunts sopping, they in a time of elated arousal as young mouths, waggling tongues, and gripped hands grab at shaggy goat wool covered legs to help compress a face where faces do not do well.
Three busy with three, as two previous young delivery fellows sit dumbfounded at thinking of what they just did, and with whom they had done it.
AdobeFats is more than his name, it is to him as his title in life, he enjoying what is bad for his body and delights his tongue. This be true whether flavors come from food or lapping clean the slime and globs from a Satyress, neither seemed to matter then to him.