I want whichever one of Maurice Compte’s characters is available today to raise his chin and stare down his nose menacingly at me, huff derisively, and demand I get on my knees and suck his dick.
Counterpoint
I want whichever one of Maurice Compte’s characters is available today to get down on his knees, look me in the eyes, tell me I’m beautiful, and worship me like a goddess.
