If anything, their dirty talk just got Vignette more excited. She was amazed that politics could make her feel so horny. "Ok, it's time for you to show what you've got," said Vignette, meaning their cards, but thinking about their c***s which were all now big, stiff, and hard as a board.
"Two tens," said tattoo man. From the others around the table came "Pair of kings," "Straight to the six," "Flush," "Jack high," and "three queens."
Vignette looked at the four cards she had dealt herself. She had dealt herself three sevens to go with the one seven she had kept in her hand. Four sevens. Well, there was only one thing for her to do.
"Gee, I got nothing," she said and mucked her cards into the discard pile. "I guess I lose," she said and tried to look unhappy. But her cunt juice was gushi
