The pizza took her place in bed. It slathered itself all over her. The pizza objectified my body. It slid between her *******, leaving traces of red sauce and strands of hot, almost liquid cheese in the nook of her cleavage.
It slowly dripped off of her ******* as she spread its residue across her *****. From there, the succulent, almost watery juices rolled off of her teet and onto her folded legs as she knelt there in the store window. Everyone could see her. But as long as those who were most enthralled came inside to purchase a pie or two, no one seemed to care.