You raise your arm and point to his mouth, signaling your fate.
"Fair enough, next time i see ya, you're gonna' be a piece of crap" With that, he raises you up to his mouth and pops you inside in one swift motion, closing it hastily after.
It's a close fit inside Dean's mouth. Your entire body is laying along his tongue, with your head resting at the bottom edge of the tongue while your feet lay at its tip. He presses you into the roof of his maw, squeezing you deep into the softness of the muscle beneath to get your flavor. As he slowly sucks on your body the mouth fills with spit, thick coatings of it dripping from your hair and seeping into every opening. It isnt long before your whole body is in a sheen, glistening in the dim red light inside the jock's mouth.
As the saliva is worked into your skin, you are bathed in the smell of Dean's spit. His warm breath smells faintly of orange juice in turn making your body smell the same. While you're being tossed around on the surface of the slippery tongue, you notice your skin is already perfectly soft. Even before you reach his belly Dean is already preparing to digest you.
You're spun round, your feet now facing the throat and your neck directly under his front teeth. You gulp at the sight of them. Instead of being lacerated though, the tongue gently pushes your head outside of the foul smelling chamber through Dean's tightly clenched lips. You stare directly upwards, deep into his nose and up further to his eyes. He looks down at your matted form, drenched in his own spit.
"Down you go" He muffles around you, at least you think he says that before the tongue lurches up, a great suction pulling your head back through the meaty lips and back into the humid cavern, you legs slipping into the throat. You watch on as another swallow engulfs your midsection in pulsing throat flesh. One more and your face brushes past his uvula, giving you a final paint of saliva before your head is enveloped by Dean's gullet.
It's only a brief journey, but a tough one. The toned physique of the God-like guy your inside gives him tremendous power, which you feel everytime the throat contracts around you, pushing you closer to the empty belly. With each passing second, the scent of it grows until your slick feet are sucked through a tight hole. More of your body follows as you slip into the stomach, covered in all sorts of slimes that only could be found inside a gut. Your head slides through the ring, and you finally reach your destination, which is announced by a might beltch from your dominant predator.
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