"'It's what's inside that counts'," Dahlia repeats, making her voice high-pitched and squeaky in imitation of your own. She snorts a laugh before crouching lower, her face filling your vision. "What greeting card did ya pick that one up from?"
You don't much care for the grin spreading across that wide, wide face, but all it does is distract you from the girl's right hand, snapping forward to pluck you up between finger and thumb. Dahlia sits up straight as she raises you up, dangling you upside down. "Ya wanna see what I look like on the inside?" she whispers, before opening her mouth.
You hang from her near-crushing grip, blood rushing to your head as you stare down at the dark, gleaming cavern, layered in spittle between twin battlements of teeth. The tongue, a gross, monstrous mass of muscle, slithers over the lips to glide to one side while a gust of breath steams over you. The uvula vibrates, so far down below. You scream as Dahlia's hand descends, bringing you closer to the oblivion within her body...
The jaws snap shut with you still outside, lips loudly smacking together with tremendous force. They burst open a second later as she laughs, her humour blasting your poor ears. She brings her hand down, allowing you to roll out of her grip on the bedside cabinet again, while she slaps her knees in merriment.
"Aw, ya actually thought I was gonna eat ya? The fuck is wrong with ya? If nuthin' else, ah know whose mouth ya already been in!"
Wiping away a tear, she looks down as you struggle to recover from only three seconds of abuse. "Seriously, though - you stink and need to be cleaned. Let's see what we can do about that..."
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