You crouch in a bush near your front door, ready to spring at the first sign of your prey. Ten minutes later, when you feel like you are about to pass out from hunger, the mailman nears your house. You spring, opening your jaw wide, falling on the mailman and pushing him into your mouth. With your tonuge, you pull his legs into your greedy maw. He thrashes and squirms inside your mouth. You enjoy the struggles, his taste floods your mouth.
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