Beans is giving us the kind of pillow talk I crave. Images are one thing, the sight of a beautiful body, moving in arousal, shivering in ecstasy - but without the words of her, the mind of her, the knowledge of the love inside her, there’s no true connection. What a thing of wonder, to listen to Beans, to watch her unravel herself into heavy, seething gasps, and to feel we are allowed to have it all.
