Did I reek of hypocrisy, standing at my brother's wedding ceremony thanking God for my lipstick? Not for the colour, rather enjoying that it wasn't quite up to the task of concealing, when my tongue touched my lips, the molasses taste of his fiancée's pussy. I knew the answer should have been yes, but my cloak of sanctimony already covered a breath-taking array of moral lapses. The
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