'Honey! Whadda we know?'

'Sweet.'

'Dribbly.'

'Sticky.'

For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping.

Jared, whispering: ‘I want to slurp it out of you like a bear...’

A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground.

She tries one: ‘I want you to smear it over my face with your cock…’

Free samples.

Rushing blood.

Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts...

Guide opens the door, tourists jostling to see:

Jared's honey-soaked digits ravage Anna's cunt while she, delirious, lathers his cock.

Lips pursed, the guide sneaks them another sample before closing the door...