A Page and a Half of the Licker Making Out With Jill
The cowboys were shooting the saloon to hell, but Jill was too busy wrapping her tongue around the Licker's own membranous mouth-feeler. The glasses of beer next to her elbows exploded, showering her arms with glass and beer, but she was too busy sucking face with his mutated tastebuds.
The Nazis had occupied Paris, and there was a curfew now and a heavy taxes and blackbooted Ratzi scum hanging out in every cafe from here to the hotels, but Jill was too busy locking lips with that hunk of febrile corpse-flesh.
There was that time in his crimson Chevy, perched on make-out point, he in his letter jacket, she in her poodle skirt. Their fingers intertwined, and he grinded into her, pressing her against the door, his tongue swirling around her mouth. On the radio, the Beach Boys sang.
As the TIE fighters coursed out along the Executer's hull, an X-Wing came shooting at Jill's Interceptor, firing twin lasers. She didn't care, however; she had the Licker pressed up against the back of the ship, moving her hips against his, biting his lower lips.
Leon was leaping around the rooftop of the castle, fighting Krauser, knives shining in the moonlight, but Jill didn't notice; she was too busy pulling the Licker down on top of her, letting his hands explore inside her shirt, letting her tongue prod the inside of his mouth.
Voldemort was attacking Hogwarts from outside, but Jill didn't care. As the army of Gryffindors ran by, she ran into the Room of Requirement and found, waiting for her, the Licker's moist mouth, which she immediately violated with her own.
Peppy was constantly telling her to do a barrel roll, but Jill reached over and turned off the radio, instead locking her tongue into all-range mode and going for a dive bomb on the Licker's mouth.
Spencer grabbed the antidote to the T-Virus and, laughing, leapt out of the room, running for the train. Alice didn't care because she was too busy, slamming Rain into the wall and making the fuck out with her.
… Wait.
Rather, Neo was charging through an old woman's apartment as an Agent threw knives at him, but Jill barely batted an eye, preferring instead to use the Matrix's connection to the sensory parts of her brain in order to enjoy giving the Licker's throat a good cleaning-out with her mouth.
The Terminator wanted to Jill to come with him if she wanted to live, but instead she turned away and threw the Licker onto the bed and kissed the shit out of him.
Jack Bauer was beating up some terrorists, but Jill blocked out the noise with the sound of her saliva mixing with the Licker's.
Sweat beaded on Jill's forehead; her clothes were coming off; the Licker barely had time to grin before his mouth had some serious business to attend to (Jill's mouth).
You are Jill. If you want to make out with the Licker, turn to page YOU MAKE OUT WITH THE LICKER.
1 PRINT "Jill". IF Jill wants to make the fuck out with the Licker THEN GOTO 2.
2 PRINT "Jill makes the fuck out with the Licker".
RUN
Jill's tongue The Licker's tongue
Even as the pancakes were sizzling on the frying pan, and even as Jill was thinking how much pancakes would be nice, she was still too busy making out with the Licker to care.