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I want to lick every square inch of Jelly's body. I want the taste of her flesh, sweat, and skin care products permanently stuck on my tongue. When I drink, all I want to taste is Jelly. If I eat a hearty meal, all I want to taste is Jelly. And when the flavor subsides, my fear and panic would be palpable. I'd slam open Jelly's door, push her over, and start from scratch. I want to lick and suck every one of her toes to a mirror sheen. I want to run my tongue across her thighs. I want to nibble on her tiny chest. I want to slurp up so much juice from her little minge that I'd be at risk of flooding my lungs. I won't rest until all my senses belong to my cute alien idol.
