It's certainly a strain, but you can feel her shifting and twisting in your belly as more of her straitens out inside you, wedging higher in your throat. With a loud 'POP!' your jaw dislocates painlessly and you are startled as two perfect pink feet plop from between your tight stretched lips.
'Oh my god!' You think. 'This is really real!' You can't help pausing and sliding your tongue across the tops of her feet, and are rather confused at the complex, rich taste from her. You like the taste of women? Oh this isn't right!
"Uuuum?" comes the quiet, nervous voice from your belly "W.. why have you stopped? Am I stuck? Please tell me I'm not stuck!"
You can't answer her so proceed to heave again, your stomach compressing on her once more (was that a moan of pleasure or a groan of discomfort from your guest?) and her legs start to emerge from your maw. Licking and tasting down her calves you roll your eyes back. Delicious! You take her feet in your hands, and she jerks at the touch, but then lets you pull, slowly assisting your stomach's efforts to extricate her from your depths.
This all seems so easy! You can feel the stretch as her thighs squeeze behind your chest, then up your neck, the groan and crack of bones adjusting matching the squelching and slurping sounds from your lips. Her hips wedge into your mouth and you can feel her mound sliding across your tongue. My god the taste is fantastic! Juices, she's dribbling juices! She's turned on by this! Should you....?
