As if naturally, she licked her edges, thirsty as the day had just commenced and bothered by the sensation her lower half continued to emit unintentionally. Continuing to stare at the occupied man inspecting the almost empty containers before him, Ewelina commenced to ponder on the things he had done last night. Those she hadn't taught or thought of teaching her Husband.
'I wonder... where did he... get the idea to bite my breasts...?'
Guided by the ponder, her hand came to her mounds. Grazing by accident the peak he had played with, feeling a light twinge of sensibility... That came out in a new shape by her throat.
".. m..."
"... You're awake, woman?"
Turning at her tiny groan, the man showed his front unbothered again. Drinking more of the water he had found at hand.
"... goOd morniNg...?!" — Croaky, her voice greeted the man as she sat, causing blush to invade her at the embarrassment.
"... Your voice sounds odd. Why is that."