But it was the warmth of his cock on her tender gums, a test run for the new cum-tasting machine, that finally made Valerie realize it was meaningless for a girl to dwell on her past when she had no future. I should have done it in your mouth. xxx “That bad, huh?” she told her. Her tastebuds were overjoyed at the contrast in taste. It didn’t matter that the girls knew the trick; it was said that to a girl with PSR, the taste of cancer-tainted semen was so foul, there was no way she could swallow it with a smile, even to save herself from a lifetime of cum guzzling servitude. “You’re a cute one,” he told her. Harvey took no pleasure in writing the report that condemned such a beautiful, bright young lady to a life of taste-testing stranger’s semen.
