Cade laughs. “The time Redix made my vag neon blue.” Charlie snorts her wine. “Blue?” “Yeah, blue,” Cade answers her. “My husband has a food fetish, so for my birthday last year, he thought it’d be a great idea to smear cake all over my pussy so he could dine at the Y.” Redix kisses his fingertips. “Chef’s kiss: pussy cake,” he says. “All sweet and creamy and kinky.”
