Elara bit my round earlobe with her teeth, then took it fully into her mouth to roll it with her tongue before releasing it. By now, there were few places on my body that weren't wet.
"Because of you, I almost came in front of all those other bastards. Are you listening to me?"
Did I know what that upward-looking angle meant when I sent it? To her, it was a face meant for having a cock shoved in, not bread. With my demure eyes and the corner of bread in my mouth, I had accidentally created a portrait of stained innocence. It was like an obscene photo of an innocent girl taken with an adult meaning that only grown-ups would understand, evoking terribly depraved emotions in her.
If it had been published in a magazine, it would have been condemned by society, and even if kept privately, she would be cursed as a crazy pervert.
Elara could argue it was that kind of photo.
