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When I eat a cherry, I like to roll it along my tongue and test the tension of the cherry's skin with my teeth. Sometimes I get overzealous and the cherry breaks, but just every so slightly. As the juice slowly flows out, I can roll it across my tongue again, but this time with another layer of pleasure: that sweet, tart dab of cherry juice that now coats the cherry's exterior.
Then it's a matter of playing with the cherry until there isn't anything left. Just the remnants. The cherry has given itself up to me completely, but I still find myself ultimately dissatisfied. Despite this, knowing I've ruined something just for my pleasure makes the ritual seem worth it.
I imagine his lips would leave a similar impression.
10/10, would recommend
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