Ellen and the others, pelted, stinging, choking, half-blinded, turned their heads away from it, covering their eyes.
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Then the dust settled, and Ellen felt it on her face, on her eye lashes, her breasts and body.
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Her hair, she knew, would be filthy with it.
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She could feel the dust on her lips, as though in cracks there.
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She ran her tongue over it, and her tongue felt dirty.
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Her mouth felt dry, and dirty.
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Her head ached, from the glare of the sun.
Ellen and the others, pelted, stinging, choking, half-blinded, turned their heads away from it, covering their eyes.
Then the dust settled, and Ellen felt it on her face, on her eye lashes, her breasts and body.
Her hair, she knew, would be filthy with it.
She could feel the dust on her lips, as though in cracks there.
She ran her tongue over it, and her tongue felt dirty.
Her mouth felt dry, and dirty.
Her head ached, from the glare of the sun.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )