Samuel didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. When they returned to bed, she asked him if it would really fit. To avoid any accident, he reluctantly wore clothes to cover his nakedness.
He was at a loss. Should he tell her or not?
“You can tell me. I want to learn.” She said that with a somewhat eager expression.
He deeply sighed before taking her into his arms. He couldn’t talk about it without imagining the scene.
To answer her question directly…
“It would fit as it goes down the throat. If it doesn’t, you can just use your hands to cover the rest.”
Her eyes widened but he was unable to see it, as her face is pressed on his chest. Although she would probably look like a seductress on her knees, he has this unpleasant feeling clawing at his chest. Why does he feel like it doesn’t s
