This choice: Go ahead and grab her. | Go Back Chapter 7: Lunch in the halls. (ID #195227) an addition by: Past Member 'enigmafox' More by this author Now that the secretary is entirely gone, you're hungry again. And she looks delicious. Why wait? You walk right up behind her, while the two are laughing about something.
Her laugh becomes a startled yelp as you grab her hips from behind, and open wide behind her head. Her friend blinks in surprise, too stunned to do anything yet. Without so much as a hello, you shove your mouth over the back of her head, and suck it inside. As she bends backwards, there's a muffled shriek from inside your mouth, and she starts pinwheeling her arms, reaching frantically for help.
Her friend frowns, crossing her arms. But she doesn't do anything, only watching as you devour your lunch.
Using your grip on her hips, you lift her off the floor, heaving her over your head. From there, gravity makes it easy. Her head becomes a round bulge in your neck, and soon after her tender breasts are squeezed under your upper lip. She tastes as good as she looked, and somehow she looks even hotter with her legs kicking in the air like that. Its a shame you couldn't take off her shirt, your tongue soaking the cloth over her back as you gulp down her arms and middle, but you're not going to go without tasting that yummy-looking ass of hers.
As you reach her waist, you shove down the leather miniskirt and the white panties beneath. Swallowing more, her hips and hands vanish, legs still swinging drunkenly above your distended mouth. You rub your tongue over the smooth ass....oh, heaven! Then you slide it in, parting her cheeks to tease her. And a few seconds later, her butt is a lump sliding down your throat, her creamy thighs following into your mouth.
You keep pushing her miniskirt and underwear up her legs as you eat them, until they're around her ankles. She's in socks and boots, but you don't care. You tasted what you wanted to. You lick her calves until you hit boot, then calmly consume the last of the poor girl, clothes and all. She slithers into your guts easily, though she immediately starts to struggle. You just belch, patting your bloated, jiggling belly.
Her friend does not look happy. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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