C25 Who says?

I gaze at the ceiling, my heart beating like a drum. My internal parts tumble, and my inner part between my legs is sore. I gradually looked down at the man gently resting on my stomach. His arms are resting over my right breast, measuring it like a bra. I breathed out an overwhelming sigh at that point played with his hair, dumbfounded.

His words are playing inside my head