He'd heard women say that his dimples were his best asset. Others had declared it to be his arms or, well, his ass.
She said they were what had caused her to fall head over heels in love with him. Oh, she claimed she'd never not watched his ass as he walked away, and she'd fantasized about his sweaty biceps as he worked himself above her. But when he flashed his dimples, she was lost.
And so, on that day as they made love, she'd kept tickling him to make him laugh and smile so she could lick his dimples.