- For a moment I wished I had lipstick. The bright, glossy red would be in sharp contrast to Damien's thick stalk. He would love the look of that.
- "Hardly," he murmured stroking my scalp and pulling me closer, "I enjoy the look of your lips, just as they are."
- I took a trial lick of Damien's flat stomach and the muscle beneath twitched and flexed. Grinning up at him I allowed myself to be guided to the head of his tool. Just like our first time I took a tiny lick over the head, tasting the salty fluid there. Unlike the first time Damien didn't pull away. He begged for more.