Enter Hobolicious

One Long Lick. Hobolicious’s grooved tongue roamed in the right lane over hills and valleys, through scrubs and dense forests. There are no deserts here.

And she squirmed in saliva and sweat, unprocessed love dripping over her meaty slime. She bathed in another meal given, her cooked steaming flesh sustaining life.

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