No, no, it’s not quite what you think. It’s just, MonMouth got accused of being a prude, all evidence to the contrary:

“Spread,” I said to Coco, sitting on a bench in a busy public park. She was wearing a tantalizingly short skirt, no knickers, and I knew that her pussy would still be throbbing from the hard fuck that started our day.

Slightly startled, she didn’t uncross her legs immediately. I could see that the idea appealed to her, but she needed another prod – needed me to tell her to do it. For her, the joy of being told is half the pleasure of indulgence.

Coco spread her legs and looked around to see if anyone noticed what we were up to. Phone in hand, camera on, I reached in between her muscular thighs and the mechanical eye made a satisfying synthesized click.