“Now, what was surprising about being finger-fucked and choked?” he asks, genuinely curious. I shake my head with a small smile. “No. When you pressed down on my clit. You didn’t even search for it. You just... knew where it was.” He blinks at me. “Stephanie… serious question. How many brain cells did your past lovers have? And why couldn’t they find the clit? What the fuck were they aiming for?”
