The Manhood Diaries
Then, with deliberate slowness, she hoisted herself up to sit on the clean, cool granite of the kitchen island, right next to the cutting board and the bowl of mango chunks.
She leaned back on her hands, her legs dangling over the edge, then slowly spread them, offering herself to him and the sun-drenched kitchen. “Come here,” she said, her voice soft, inviting. “I want you to taste me in the daylight. I want you to look at what you did. I want you to make a mess of me right here, where I make my meals.”
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