Nayeli cursed her luck. Why wasn’t he afflicted with failing manhood like I’ve heard about from the Ancients? “It won’t bite,” he said, his hot breath on hers. “I know.” The ridiculousness of it—biting? Of course not. Still, she grimaced as she moved her fingers along the shaft through his yellow pantaloons. Chah huffed out a laugh and began roaming his hands around her body. Was this part of her sacrifice to Kabut? Nayeli wasn’t sure, but for the second time that day, she began a silent prayer.
I wonder how many women and girls who grow up in fundamentalist belief systems think this 🫤
