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She spat

She spat. 

Crunching her lips together and puckering, she waited for the tingle of saliva to excrete from the innards of her tung.  

She spat ferociously trying to expel the taste from her now soap infested talking hole. 

She could communicate without words too.

If she needed it. 

Shaking her head back and forth vigorously motor boating the air she sprayed a fine mist from her lips. Catching the sun for a brief moment a beautiful rainbow showed the entire spectrum of colors. 

Back to the dishes. 

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