Kissable. We really did sleep late the next morning, just as she’d said. Cartoon sex “I got food,” Mila said, pointing to a large brown paper packet on the little side table. Her tongue, that clever little animal, played up and down my cleft, from the top to the point where it turned away between my thighs. But if none of the women I’ve fucked had any reason to complain about my performance in bed, it was due to Mila. I stood like a statue, literally unable to move, as she licked under the swell of the breast, moved across my sternum, before doing the same to the other breast. Kissable. Eventually, I fell asleep. Just let me do whatever I want to do to you, and enjoy it.” I felt her hands on my thighs, insistently pressing my legs apart, until my vulva was entirely exposed. Do you really enjoy sleeping in it?”
“I always have.” It sounded silly even to my own ears the second time around.
