The smell of her perfume moves into your nose and your stomach seems to know what is going to happen as it gurgles to itself. Moving up to Inbal you place your hands around her. She is about to shirk in shock yet your skilled hand massage her until she sits down on you lap.
“I didn’t know you liked me that much?” She is taken but feeling your hands moving over her perky chest you smell her golden hair with the knowledge she will be inside you soon. Rubbing her uniform she falls into a state of enjoyment.
“Oh you such a tasty little morsel.” You lie her on her belly removing her shoes you starts lick her feet as she moans in pleasure and you places her feet into your mouth sucking them in you make small swallows.
“I am? Then eat me…” She feels a moist feeling moving up her body and now she slowly stops looking down she keeps her eyes close feeling her dress being pulled and entering something. “You are… what?” She screams as you lift her up grabbing her arms she greedily shove them into you body holding them in your thought. Holding her as she now slowly starts to struggle.
You swallow more unable to talk she slides into her chest, you tongue moves over her tasty breasts moving deeper into her uniform you taste something nice before swallowing her up to her shoulders then neck.
“My mother told me something… if someone is swallow then you…” You start to worry about a Jewish curse then she goes to speak. “Wait – I cannot remember it –you going to eat me and I’m.” She struggles until finally you place her hand on her golden hair and using one powerful swallow you send her down to your stomach.
“Oh you tasted nice.” You look down to find you uniform stretched but not too the level you anticipated and watching the movement you burp.
“Let … me … out!” You hear her scream watching your belly explains and contract with her struggles places your hand onto her head you rub it and push it back.
“I’ve always wanted to try Jewish food now enjoy.” You lie back moaning while she continually struggles. Her struggles seem to be getting weaker she pleas more vocal and you just rub your belly feeling her struggles finally move lower still. “You mine now – last chance.” She fails and you laugh before you belly starts to move.
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