Brianna's fingers sink into the ooze of onion dip and pull out a clumb of drenched chips nearest to you. You dive out of the way to avoid being scooped up. You can only see Brianna's mouth and dounble-chin in the sky. She grins and her cheeks dimple as she lifts the dripping mass of doritos and dips towards her mouth. She opens it and stuffs herself with the chips. Her mouth begins chewing in a slow, ominous circuliar motion. Dip drips from the corners of her mouth. You shudder as you imagine yourself inside her mouth right now. Her neck bulges outward as she swallows the mess down. Then she grins again and reaches for another handful of dipped chips.
You keep dodging her plump fingers for a few minutes, diving away at the last minute as she continues to reach in and pull out clumps of gross doritos and spills them into her open, waiting maw. And each time you are forced to listen to the crunching and squishing inside her mouth as she chews and relishes the taste. You hope she'll get too full to finish the bowl, but maybe now's the chance to find a way out.
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