Are you a glazing or creampie enthusiast?

The question lands like a dare, and you feel it pull at something low and immediate. Two outcomes, both filthy, both yours to choose — one leaves traces painted across warm skin, catching light like a secret; the other disappears inside, held there, a private pressure that lingers long after.

You study the image and realize the choice reveals more about you than you expected. What you want says something. The way your eyes move first tells the rest.

Neither answer is wrong. One drips. One stays hidden. You already know which word your mouth formed before you even finished reading the title.