The taste of comprehension flooded across his surface.

As the caustic taste flooded her mouth, she scanned the room, trying to decide where to ditch the wallet: In the stall?

The taste of fear flooded my mouth.

The sickening, copper taste of the blood flooded into his mouth and he gagged.

With the last bite, the taste of blood flooded his mouth, as though he had bitten his tongue.

The foul taste of bitter almonds flooded his mouth.

A metallic taste flooded his mouth as he waited for the Voice.

A bitter metallic taste flooded her mouth and she reached to feel where she was certain teeth were either loose or missing.

It was like hugging a padded stick, and the sweet taste of horror flooded her mouth.

The taste of red licorice, high, sweet, and sickening, flooded his mouth.