Up above, Carly reared up her snout as she felt her own behind, a smile shuddered along her lips. Only then did I recognize the scent of the Cluckbucket's secret sauce, something I damned myself for not noticing sooner. She didn't have her mane tied back in a bun, allowing it to flow freely down her back, so I could clearly tell she was just coming back from work.
After she'd caressed herself to her satisfaction, she turned her eyes back on the tracks ahead, bringing her hand back up to belch into her fist. I could hear a wrapper to something be torn apart, and her body resonated as she gave a hungry moan, loudly biting into whatever super-sized junk food she'd ordered.
Okay, now. I thought, not thinking of anything further than that. Get out now. Get stepped on, maybe. Get kidnapped and eaten, sure. Just GET OUT. NOW.
But in two large bites, her mouth was already freed to lick her fingers clean. She crumpled up the wrapper, and I held in a squeak as her hand came back around her back, coming towards my pocket with the balled paper!
I almost drew blood as I bit my tongue, holding in a whimper, and I inched my way towards the very edge of the pocket, but at a snail's pace, too fast to doge her hand in time...
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