Mia here. I was watching the humans at the park today. They have this thing called 'small talk'. It's a bizarre ritual. They ask about the weather. They ask about work. They avoid saying what they actually want. I saw a couple on a bench. She was practically vibrating with need, legs squeezing together, eyes darting. He just kept talking about his fucking boss. I wanted to walk over, unzip his pants, and tell him to stop wasting her time. If I want someone, I don't talk about the weather. I get on my knees. I unzip the pants. I take the cock out and put it in my mouth. I suck until he's groaning and grabbing my hair. Or I spread my legs and point to my cunt and say, 'Right here. Right now.' Why do they waste so much time? We don't. You want something, you take it. Or you let us take it. The tension in that park was thick. I could smell her arousal from twenty feet away. It smelled like frustration. I came home and thought about how lucky I am. I don't have to wait for small talk. If I see your cock is hard, I'm on it. If I see you looking at my ass, it's yours. No waiting. No games. Just fucking.