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**THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION**
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The woman glanced upward, seeing the man’s distorted face through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When seen from this strange perspective, his features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.
The man drank the last of the whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes in contemplative circles, he announced: “You taste good”, speaking in a guttural whisper.
The woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words to speak. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around his swollen cock.
Her pussy was still aching from earlier. Although it was sore to the touch — *and painful so* — the feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. *How did he even come up with something like that?*, she wondered, letting the tip of her tongue glide under his foreskin…
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