there was a girl who loved clementines

there was a girl who loved clementines so much she ate one every hour. she used the washroom every two. her fingers started to turn orange and she'd lick them. she unpeeled the fruit close to her breasts so the juice would spray on them. the sweet and tangy taste and smell intoxicated her. every time she'd sink her teeth into a new section, she'd get off by the burst of flavor and pulp exploding in her mouth. sensuous chews, grinding it into a satisfying flat piece of pulpless skin followed by a swallow. life would continue as normal until an hour would pass and she'd reach for another.