You asked me to tell you how the pleasure of the flesh felt. I refused to say then. Now you ask me again.
I lean back against the kitchen counter with one hand, and with the other, I reach between my legs. Yes. Like this, maman. Yes. It feels like this.
I lean back against the kitchen counter with one hand, and with the other, I push his willing head down. Yes. Like this, maman. Yes. It feels like this.