Emile found himself liking his lips at the other's figure. It was better than he thought it would be. Reaching out he gently touched Kale's cock. Now he really didn't know what to do now, but he would love learning.
"Si je suis belle, alors vous ĂȘtes unique en son genre." He might not be good at expressing himself verbally, but he dis mean the words. Kale was something, strong body and cock. Licking his lips again he asked, "Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant?" Because he wanted more.