Milk was on his mind, no matter how much he tried to think about the subject at hand he would soon find himself getting thirsty yet again. He could feel his lips as a light breeze brushed against his dry, chapped, bare lips. He could sense the lack of moisture collecting on them as he imagined drinking for ounce after ounce of the glorious white liquid with a smile on his face. He could feel it already, the serene white and right grace rolling down the sides of his lips as he cried tears of joy as his body was nourished properly.
His lips were dry, the skin of them like the landscape of a desert island, cracked and tough from the lack of moisture. He needed them to grow big and strong, he needed something to wet them properly. Without a second thought, his tongue protruded from his lips and graved his top lip, the pink piece of flesh gently teasing the meat of his lips with an agonizingly slow drag. It was a slow, fluid, sensual motion as he wet his aching lips and fulfiled his desires by giving them a proper licking.
"Oh right, right," his tongue went back into his mouth as he looked at her, "You've got good ideas, here have some melons" he handed them to her, "Just hold them like..." he raised them, "Right here'
Miss wong had it goin' on, "So, what's your name and can I slurp some noodles."