Stuck with John
You admit that you'd rather die a filling meal rather than a stain on his behemoth foot.
"Filling is a bit much." Kaleb laughs and picks you up, sticking out his tongue. You see his shiny teeth glisten, waiting for your small form. His tongue reflects the light, slick with saliva. Strands of his thick spit web his maw. You watch his dark throat as the attractive teenager lowers you onto his tongue. The surface is soaked, you sink into it, coating yourself in his saliva. Kaleb draws his tongue into his mouth, trapping you on his foul smelling tongue. He plays with you, coating you in spit. Kaleb lifts his tongue, letting you slip towards his waiting throat.
"Filling is a bit much." Kaleb laughs and picks you up, sticking out his tongue. You see his shiny teeth glisten, waiting for your small form. His tongue reflects the light, slick with saliva. Strands of his thick spit web his maw. You watch his dark throat as the attractive teenager lowers you onto his tongue. The surface is soaked, you sink into it, coating yourself in his saliva. Kaleb draws his tongue into his mouth, trapping you on his foul smelling tongue. He plays with you, coating you in spit. Kaleb lifts his tongue, letting you slip towards his waiting throat.