On the one hand, your throbbing boner now presses through your pants against Doki's own groin as she grinds herself against you. On the other hand, you really don't want to die. A moan escapes your lips as she dominates you, yet it's followed by a frightful grunt, and an instinctive push back against her heavy body. A shiver goes up your spine as she works her hot maw slowly over your face to engulf most of your head... All you can see now is the interior of her dripping throat. Your breathing is sharp and rapid, hyperventilating and making you lightheaded. It's so soft inside... Yet, you know you'll die if she sends you to her stomach.
A gentle giggle vibrates around you. She's acutely aware of your conflict. Maybe you could use this to your advantage; if you can think of something to say. Then again, do you really want to be released? Your hands pushing at her body can feel her supple stomach... Ever so subtly, you can even feel what you assume to be her last victim still gushing and glorping within her doughy gut. There's nothing left but mush now, and soon, that's all you'll be too if you don't escape...
