<span style="font-weight: bold">Oblation</span><br/><br/>"Oh, you can call me Food, or Lunch, or Dinner, or Snack, or whatever," Oblation smiles, hugging Xarces tightly against her. "Isn't it enough to know I taste good, if you're eating me?" She asks, huskily, rubbing her fingertips across and between your lips.<br/><br/>She tastes better than good. She tastes divine.<br/><br/>Her tongue runs up the side of your neck roughly, eagerly, wetly. "Mmm," she purrs, "and if I'm eating you, I'd prefer not to get attached.<span style="font-style: italic">You</span>taste<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>good. You might not have<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>long to decide to eat me instead..." she admits, groaning softly as she grinds herself against you. It doesn't feel like she's wearing clothes...