You peeked out of the bushes and saw her. She was rustling around in her purse, trying to find a key that could open the door in front of her. Her usual black dress was riding up in the back, letting you have a good look at that fat, jiggly ass of hers, with her maternity panties sandwiched between her asscheeks. You felt your heart race looking at her and knew you had to have her.
You leaped out of the bushes, a devious grin on her face. Mrs. Collins didn't seem to notice until you had her jiggly cheeks spread wide with either hand. She began to mutter something, although you ignored it as you bit down on the fabric in front of you and pulled it away with your teeth. Then, as Mrs. Collins began to shout something, you forced your head inside her asshole.
Squelching sounds echoed around you as Mrs. Collins convulsed, moaning and screaming at you as you slithered around inside her body. Her pregnant stomach sloshed around as you raced around, trying to find her neck to slide inside. Then... you felt it. Mrs. Collins was trying to digest you. And it was working, you could feel yourself growing weaker and weaker. But you had to soldier through.
Your face poked through her left breast, deforming it slightly as it gushed sweet milk within the bra containing it. Her legs shook and buckled as her back arched, sweat dripping down her brow as she tried desperately to digest you. Her fat, jiggly ass shook and clapped together as her hands tried to force you away from her neck. And then...
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