I just go out with my boyfriend sometimes. I lie on the bed, I have an attack of tenderness, I start it... hm, licking. Natural reaction: Blessed birth, closed eyes. After 2 minutes, he opens his eyes, cleans my hand and stretches behind the phone with the words “There’s probably already a toy loaded.”
At my stinking look, he answered relentlessly: "Well, what, I still don't have any more light today."