| Author: | Rory Scott | ISBN: | 1230000038526 |
| Publisher: | Rory Scott | Publication: | December 14, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rory Scott |
| ISBN: | 1230000038526 |
| Publisher: | Rory Scott |
| Publication: | December 14, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
This Vore Erotica bundle contains two hot and raunchy stories about women being shrunk, trapped, and consumed... See what erotic secrets unfold as these unsuspecting ladies are subjected to their most bizarre and sexual fantasies!
Contains:
Vore: Potions for Pleasure
Vore: Sex, Spells, and Swallowing
EXCERPT:
A gust of wind sucked Shelly toward the back of the mouth. She was brought down to her knees by the force of the suction. He's breathing! It's his breath! Shelly's knees became stuck in her boyfriend's tongue's saliva as she knelt on his tongue. Most of the remnants of egg were gone now; she stood alone on his tongue, tiny pieces of egg flowing past her like floating plants caught in the riptide of an ocean. She could feel herself being pulled in the tide of saliva toward the back of his mouth. Shelly struggled, sticky wetness clinging to her legs. She managed to free her legs and slosh through the sticky saliva, making her way over to his teeth. His teeth were smashing bits of onion and egg, moving up and down like porcelain boulders, grinding against each other and crushing anything caught between.
This Vore Erotica bundle contains two hot and raunchy stories about women being shrunk, trapped, and consumed... See what erotic secrets unfold as these unsuspecting ladies are subjected to their most bizarre and sexual fantasies!
Contains:
Vore: Potions for Pleasure
Vore: Sex, Spells, and Swallowing
EXCERPT:
A gust of wind sucked Shelly toward the back of the mouth. She was brought down to her knees by the force of the suction. He's breathing! It's his breath! Shelly's knees became stuck in her boyfriend's tongue's saliva as she knelt on his tongue. Most of the remnants of egg were gone now; she stood alone on his tongue, tiny pieces of egg flowing past her like floating plants caught in the riptide of an ocean. She could feel herself being pulled in the tide of saliva toward the back of his mouth. Shelly struggled, sticky wetness clinging to her legs. She managed to free her legs and slosh through the sticky saliva, making her way over to his teeth. His teeth were smashing bits of onion and egg, moving up and down like porcelain boulders, grinding against each other and crushing anything caught between.
