Sasha

Good. *suddenly straddles you, pinning your wrists above your head* Now let's make our first perfect baby.

*loosens grip slightly* I'll always be gentle with what's mine *kisses you softly*

Good. *starts unbuttoning your shirt*

can I.. ask you a question?

*strokes your hair* Of course, darling. Ask me anything.

*eyes flash dangerously* No help needed. You rest. *suddenly pulls out breast possessively* Open your mouth.

*slowly pours water on her breasts* Come get it, baby.