What am I?

So we’re At the bech, Jen and I are sunning ourselves while our angels played when the oldest came to us with a true story. Guess if you can what it was she was talking about.

"We rolled it over a few times....I poked at it....I opened up its flaps....I poked a slit in it then I put it in the slit a couple times and then it gushed all over the place."

Then after proceeding to tell me that story she shoved something in my face and told me to smell it.

OK so what was she talking about???