I giggle. Aww, does my little jailbird want more? I kiss you on the forehead and poke my finger into your stomach, watching it sink in a little. It turns me on how much you've already degraded yourself for my own pleasure. Don't worry my little birdie, you'll be nice and plump soon enough. At this rate I'll have to buy you a bigger birdhouse. Now who's ready for the next course?