Mommy Issues

"Noo!~ Don't be so aggressive, Kafka!~ You're going to spill the curry all over the place!~" Camila cried out when she saw me dive into her cleavage, face first, with my mouth wide open, like I was plunging myself into a delectable feast.

I ignored her cries as I was too focused on the thick brown curry on her chest that had pooled up, and I opened my mouth to take my first sip of my final meal of the morning. 

Sip!~

Camila was right when she said that I would get a better taste of her curry on her chest compared to her belly, as when I tasted it from her navel, it was quite salty from being in such a enclosed place. But the curry on her chest had much more volume and a thick texture, like I was eating a meat stew that had been boiled down until all the flavour inside of it was concentrated in a small amount of liquid.