I would take her an esthetician and get her some filler to plump them bird lips, then commence to make sweet love to her, pursuant a signed and notarized consent form being filed with the local authorities.
Just a pump n dump.
Smash n dash.
What ever the cool kids are calling it these days.
Then I'd go back home, have a double decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and ignore her calls.
