Campanita, the tantalizing bell, tolls for Summertlme Saga, drawing him in with her seductive chimes. He responds, his tongue a hungry, relentless pendulum, lapping at her dew-kissed petals. She moans, a symphony of pleasure, as he consumes her, his appetite for her unquenchable. He feasts, her juices his ambrosia, until she shatters, her cries echoing like a sweet, sweet song.