βWell, itβs certainly giving me several ideasβI donβt know that theyβre to do with new sweets!~β he chuckled, taking a good, long view of her position. Try as he might, with her stretched like the before him, he was worthless when it came producing a thought beyond βwhat does a bare rabbit taste like?β
"I read a poem.. a very old one, about a man who found 'inspiration' between the thighs of a prostitute.. I'm not a prostitute, but I thought this would help.." Estella ran her hand from her butt to the back of her knee, holding her leg in her air as she peeked between her thighs at him.
βWell, itβs certainly giving me several ideasβI donβt know that theyβre to do with new sweets!~β he chuckled, taking a good, long view of her position. Try as he might, with her stretched like the before him, he was worthless when it came producing a thought beyond βwhat does a bare rabbit taste like?β
"I read a poem.. a very old one, about a man who found 'inspiration' between the thighs of a prostitute.. I'm not a prostitute, but I thought this would help.." Estella ran her hand from her butt to the back of her knee, holding her leg in her air as she peeked between her thighs at him.
Yes, this is quite the inspiration - though I question where and why this was the first thing one would do...
At the same time, it's probably best not to question things.