While I was in her moist, slimy mouth, Anna inhales through her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but it ends up sending me down her windpipe and all the way to her lungs.
On the way down, I heard her breathing, her heartbeat as rhythmic as a high school drum band, and the blood rushing through her vessels.
During the plummet, I was hoping she would cough me out, but...
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