[It's sheer effort to say shit that makes sense which ends up...not making all that much sense. His mouth is saying one thing, his mind is saying lips, saliva, throat, suction, friction, fuck, fuck and fuck.]
You. Me. The floor. Now.
[Knees come together on either side of the kid's shoulders.]
no subject
You. Me. The floor. Now.
[Knees come together on either side of the kid's shoulders.]
Legs on my shoulders.