Very delicious tomato
Ups the reds, lows the yellows
“Huh? But why [Name]?”
“Ah c'mon [Name]~ Sing and dance with me!”
“Delicious tomato~ Very delicious tomato~!”
“I'm warning you...”
“Ups the reds, lows the yellows~”
“I tried to warn you...” [Name] said, his cheeks flushed a light pink as he continued to shamelessly grope Antonio's choice ass, making the latter squeak and writhe. I mean, really. What was he supposed to do when the Spaniard was shaking his ass while singing that ridiculous tomato song of his? Ignore it? By golly he would never commit such a heinous act. Instead, he did what any sane person would do. Grope.
“[N-Name]...” Antonio whimpered, his cheeks burning as bright red as a tomato. “P-Please...”
“Fuck you? Okay.” And so they did, my friends. And so they did.