Can I be your begging bitch? Will you use all my holes and show me where I belong to?
You could, and I might, but you might not enjoy it. Because after all your begging and all my using, and after cleaning you up with warm, soft washcloths between comforting kisses, you’d end up where you belonged: curled up with my arm around you and your head on my chest, getting your nose booped till you giggle.
