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Ariel stands tall in her black, patent stilettos, the heels sharp and menacing. She grinds her feet onto my outstretched tongue, the pressure exquisite. I feel the heat of her soles, the faint taste of leather. She smokes a cigarette, the ash falling onto my face, a human ashtray at her feet. She grinds harder, her heels digging into my tongue, a symphony of pleasure and pain.