You clench your eyes, expecting the worst. Instead, you feel something... good? Confused, you slowly open your eyes to see the redhead facedown, stuggling. Her ankle had dissapeared into your fly, and more was dissapearing fast. Without any control, you sit back and enjoy until her entire, struggling, vibrating leg was secured, and a small bulge appeared in your stomach. As you bend over to feast on her other foot, you hear a crack from inside you as her legs snaps backwards. She screams in pain, and her struggles redouble, to your delight. Should you finish her here, and make a show of it, or find somewhere more... private, to play with your meal?