I tease the wrapper away, slow and deliberate, revealing the long stem and swollen tip.

My fingers wrap firmly around the base, steadying it while my other hand grips the top.

A firm squeeze and a little twist, I feel the pressure mounting, straining to be released.

A firm pull, a wiggle, then suddenly it erupts, bursting forth, eager white wetness spilling over my fingers.

I lean in, the delicate tip of my tongue swirling around the opening, catching every drop before it dribbles away.

The taste is rich, indulgent, with just a hint of salt.