Wiam whines like a little baby

Wiam is in the feet-up device. Myriam is in charge. These are the only facts that matter.
What follows is one of the most perfectly calibrated sessions in the Wiam-Myriam universe : Myriam’s tongue and fingers work those gorgeous ebony soles without pause while the tickler joins from behind for the full double treatment.
Wiam, exhausted from previous sessions, shifts somewhere between laughter and helpless complaint … A kind of melodic, plaintive whine that sounds like pure desperation. Myriam loves every second of it. So will you.