You keep pushing into that ring, trying to get your head out of that hole... It squeezes back, rather roughly too, though gradually you can feel it start to loosen, the soft, warm, stained pucker opening a little, rubbing against your flesh... You can feel the air on her face, able to see the creature's legs as you slide out up to your shoulders, so close to freedom... "You're an insistant little thing, aren't you?" A familiar, feminine voice calls out. You feel a sudden cold chill, freezing in place, spirit shattered in an instant. Fear grips you, if she was mad last time what would she do to you now? "As much as I enjoyed your massage, I believe I told you to stay put. For good." She says, a hint of a growl in her voice. "Though... Maybe I shouldn't blame you too much. You don't know any better, do you? Well, maybe I can find something better..."
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