The Edible Critic
His head wagged back and forth: “No, no, you’re doing it all wrong.”
She’d had enough. Before, when she and Kara busted their humps doing s*x scenes, people were always appreciative. Until porn became “high-brow art.” These sour critics, who the hell were they?
Her lips rose from between Kara’s legs. “You want to see my eating at its best?”
He yawned. “Sure.”
She moved to him, starting with arousing nibbles, graduating to bold chomps and slurps. To the end he moaned and bucked like a virgin, until completely devoured.
She was happy, despite a certain sourness in her stomach.
