"She's delicious, isn't she?"
He doesn't hear me, too lost in the bliss of his meal. I rub another circle over his squirming stomach and plant a kiss atop it. His intestines let out an eager gurgle, and she squirms harder. Each kick sends shivers up his spine. Each little belch leaves her flavor on his lips. His body so desperately taking hers into his own. Breaking it down. Enjoying it more thoroughly than anyone ever had, or ever would again.

















