Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 297 | Her View more quotes about lips">lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 294 | "More quickly, slut!" said he. |
| 19 | 295 | She wept. |
| 19 | 296 | The salt of her tears mixed with the water. |
| 19 | 297 | Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts. |
| 19 | 298 | Her hair was wet where it fell into the water. |
| 19 | 299 | "You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her. |
| 19 | 300 | "Open your mouth, slut," said he, and he then, unceremoniously, impatiently, too rapidly, poured water down her throat, but much of it, too, went about her chin, and throat, and under her collar, and ran down, too, plentifully, between her breasts. |
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"More quickly, slut!" said he.
She wept.
The salt of her tears mixed with the water.
Her lips and tongue felt sometimes the sides of the pan, sometimes its bottom, so desperate were her efforts.
Her hair was wet where it fell into the water.
"You are too slow," said he, and lifted the pan before her.
"Open your mouth, slut," said he, and he then, unceremoniously, impatiently, too rapidly, poured water down her throat, but much of it, too, went about her chin, and throat, and under her collar, and ran down, too, plentifully, between her breasts.
- (Prize of Gor)