“Let’s play show and tell.”
“You don’t *play* that.”
“It is the way I play.”
“Well, show and tell me.”
“These are your lips. They love to be kissed.”
“I’m not understanding,” he lies. She knows it.
“This is your chest. It loves to be touched.”
“My turn.” He considers where to start. He goes for the gusto.
“These are your breasts,” his hands graze them, “they too love to be touched, but they really love the feel of my mouth on them.”
“No demonstration?” she pouts.
He complies. She moans loudly.
Reaching down she says, “These are your balls. They love to be massaged.”
She proves it.
“This is your clitoris and it loves….this.”
She throws her head back and calls his name.
“This,” she gasps, “is your penis. It loves a hot, wet,” she licks the outer edge of his ear, “soft, tight,” she squeezes him, “place.”
She leads him to that place.
end