You continue, “Bet your stomach was as soft as a pillow.” You tease her as your hands massage up and down her thick belly. From the corner of your eye, you catch Janice pulling back to let you take over.
“W-well,” Lindy mutters, “J-Janice sure u-used it a-as one.” You hear her whimper, while her stomach continues to glorp and rumble.
Your hands rub up under the bottom edge of the shirt and caress against her thick, bare stomach. The harder you press, the more Lindy's body seems to shudder. She finally opens her mouth to emit a gentle groan of pleasure, followed by a rancid, guttural belch that sprays your face with saliva.
Her slimy jaws hang open at the attention you're giving her body. A moan escapes her glistening, wide open gullet. That long tongue dangles from her lower jaws as you fondle over her curves, while her arms drape around your hips.
