Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
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infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the
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girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
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bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
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like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
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shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
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crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
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girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
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pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
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shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
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dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
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ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
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curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
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that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
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tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
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exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,
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vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
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a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his
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mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
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front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
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this is art."
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Jennifer
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Pig Destroyer |