Can you imagine her
squirting out a vast, almost black cable of rancid ordure, all over your chest?

I'm thinking that it's the morning after a barbecue, where she ate a pound and a half of improperly stored squid, which had just started to go off.

Imagine, rubbing the shite into your skin, and picking the peices of undigested cephlapod out and chewing thoughfully on them while making appreciative murmuring sounds.
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