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Something felt really good about this flow. It was a different kind of flow than she'd felt before. She pondered the outcome. It was still fluid, constant, and streaming. It definitely gave her that familiar shudder during the initial spark of release. Her brain registered its epicenter at the very point of origin from which the flow usually came, yet she knew (for obvious reasons) it was not the same. This was really more of a gush than a flow. "Yeah, I'm kinda gushing," she thought as she casually squirted her orgasm. Reaching down with both hands, arms still twitching, she scooped up a good deal of the overly abundant wetness. She first smelled and then tasted it. "See?" her sister smugly smiled back from between her thighs, "I told you it wasn't pee."