You’re face to face with a cruel, smirking mean girl who already knows exactly what she’s going to do with you, and you can tell you’re nothing more than a snack she’s been craving. I keep you right in front of me, letting you feel just how tiny you are compared to my towering confidence, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements as I open my mouth and show you where you’re headed. The moment I pull you in, there’s no hesitation. You slide past my lips and into the heat of my mouth, surrounded by wet sound and the knowledge that you’re completely at my mercy. I swallow you down in one greedy motion, sending you into my belly where you settle deep inside me, making my stomach swell as you curl up in the dark, tight space you now belong to. You can hear my stomach grumble around you, loud and unforgiving, reminding you that you’re here for my satisfaction only. I run my hands over my belly and feel you squirm, which only makes me smile harder, because you’re not staying in there as you
