He blinks, slowly. His still dazed-looking eyes finally meet mine. “Mm-hmm… Love showering with you. Will you let me eat your pussy again?” “No!” My cheeks warm. I can feel myself getting red all over. “You have a fever, and we need to bring it down.” “So no pussy? I’m not going then.” “I wasn’t asking.” I grab his wrists and pull, trying to get him up and out of bed. “A little help here, please.” “Nope. No pussy, no help.” He drops back onto the pillow.
