I leaned up to nip the tip of his nose. "Hywel calls it my beak," Laszlo said drily. "It's dignified," I said, kissing him. "It's particularly useful in one regard," Laszo said. "Smelling?" I guessed, a grin growing on my lips. He shook his head. "Shall I show you?" One of his legs wedged between mine and he started to shift back, sitting on his heels and lifting the sheet to expose my breasts to his ridiculous squinting, farsighted gaze. I held back my laugh. "Please do." And when Laszlo moved to spread my legs, tossing away the blankets and settling himself on his belly, face nuzzling into
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My nose fetish makes sense now
