um-um-m-m-m

Updated: May 24, 2025

Fried potatoes with onions like mother used to make. Me for them. Don't they smell good, though! Um-um-m-m-m!" The pressure of his hands relaxed, and his cheek slid caressingly past hers as he started to release her. Then his hands closed down again. She felt his lips on her hair and heard his advertised inhalation of delight. "Um-um-m-m-m! Don't you smell good yourself, though!

Jack London - The Valley of the Moon