Post-coital (but eager for second helping) dessert

He nestled his head in the nook she made between her arm and her chest.

“Why do you like to sleep this way?”

“Nothing beats your bosom as a pillow.”

Nyum-nyum.

“It has raisins on top”

Nyum-nyum.


Nyum-nyum.





p/s (sorry in advance for deliberate slight perverseness, but i have much confidence u guys can handle all these, unlike some people in the parliament)