The first thing Joy felt when her tongue gently made contact with the shaft of Cassius's cock was shock.
Not disgust.
Not revulsion.
Shock.
This was because earlier she had braced herself for something revolting.
She had steeled her nerves, prepared her stomach, and mentally recited a dozen prayers to fortify her spirit against the ordeal ahead.
After all, a man's penis was supposed to be dirty. Unclean.
A place that had been inside...other places.
Normal women would recoil at the thought.
But the reality was nothing like she had imagined.
Instead of revulsion, she found something she could only describe as...refreshing.
Not in the way cold water was refreshing, but in a deeper, more primal sense.
The taste that spread across her tongue was entirely new—a flavor she had never experienced in all her years.
Slightly salty. A hint of earthiness. Something underlying that she couldn't quite name.
But more than the taste itself was the essence of it.
