Palatable 

” You taste different” he remarks, looking up at me from between my legs. 

“Huh? ?” I moan, wedging myself up on my elbows – having not expected a review, a critic at this particular juncture. 

“I dunno, I can’t put my finger on it”

I laugh and jokingly tell him to get on with it. His tongue slavers around my swollen clit,  then he stops lapping again for a moment. 

“Do I ever taste different to you?” His face is creased, he’s genuinely asking me this. 

“Baby, no”. I lie back and think about all the cocks I’ve sucked. Could I set them apart by taste alone? Musky, salty, smoky, buttery? Could I identify my past lovers in a sexy line-up of anonymous dicks? 

No, I decide. 

Although, god. How much fun would that be? 

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