"Anytime now, Carles."Sam coos, "I want to feel your tongue."
"Not gonna hap-" Carly pauses for an involuntary gag, "oh gosh. It smells like rotting fish. I'm gonna puke. " She heaves against her will, thrashing about in Sam's grip.
"Nice try, Carles. I'm not letting you go that easy." Sam giggles, thinking Carly is bluffing.
Carly heaves and chokes:
"Oh go-" her words are cut short by the involuntary spitting up of her lunch. Sam laughs, thinking Carly is being the actress she is - but is suprised when she feels a warm, wet mass slop onto her vulva.
"Did you just hur-…You-…Ugh!" Sam exclaims.
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