For a moment, Nadia was confused. She blinked, her lust-fogged brain struggling to parse his words.
Then the image hit her: her pregnancy, the long hours of labor, the very portal through which her daughter had entered the world.
It immediately clicked, and she realized that Mika was talking about her pussy right now—the same pussy that was sopping wet and dripping for him.
Her ears turned bright red at the way he had described such an intimate part of her, despite the undeniable truth of it.
He noticed her reaction and chuckled.
"What? Too much for you?" He teased. "Well, if you really can't handle it, there no need to force yourself. I can just..."
But Nadia quickly shook her head, cutting him off.
"No, no! It's alright, Mika."
She fiddled with her fingers shyly, looking down at her lap.
"I mean, it really is embarrassing and shameful...and I-I really shouldn't be showing such a part of me since I'm your mother."
She bit her lip.
