“You tell me, Gayle, it’s your dream. You fumble to turn the lamp on, and then your eyes widen in surprise as you see a crystal vase with a single pink long-stemmed rose in it sitting on your nightstand. Anal sex … I lift my face and smile at you, then lower my mouth again. . …I hear your disappointed moan as I kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh a few inches below where you want my mouth so desperately now. …but I’m not going to make you wait long, honey. …I can smell your musky arousal and the heat against my cheek cannot be denied for long. I can hear you gasping as I make love to your breast, and you can feel the smile on my face at your delight. you give a gurgling moan as I run my tongue up and down the length of your lips, causing them to bloom like the lovely flower they are.
