"Good. You hid it really badly, but I needed to hear you say it. Its important to me that you said it. Do you remember how I told you how people taste different depending on how they feel, right?"
"Yeah,"I said, trying not to think about my c**k being restrained by your lithe body pressing against me. To my surprise, even as you spoke you hooked one leg around mine and ground against me. I grunted softly and you moaned. It was the most animalistic noise of pleasure that I'd ever heard.
"Mmm...Happy people taste salty-sweet. Fear is tangy and a little sour. Anger is spicy. Aroused is...like mixing any other emotion with a tiny bit of morphine, not that I've had much of it. And love? Love is...god it's so pure and savory, like the best steak you've ever had."
"Oh." She'd never explained t
