Her question made him choke on his saliva. Gosh! Mona! Why was her mind so childish and curious? He looked at her curious face and giggled.
"Why do you think the baby will die?" He wanted to know more. So he pushed his trousers up and sat on the bed.
"Because you will be fucking me and the...you know... your penis made the baby so what if it..."
"Shut up," he pushed her face away because she was already sitting close to him.
"Why? Just answer my question," she pouted.
"The baby can't die okay and I've told you it's good if I keep fucking you because... your vagina is too small."
"You want to make it big?"
"No."
"What then?"
"Just, I want to make it suitable for my dick at any time, not really for the baby. Thank me for being honest."
"Thank you," she lay back in bed. "So, Kenny," she didn't want to stop talking. "Can I watch that video I watched on your phone?"
"What video?" He knew what she was talking about.
