<span style="font-weight: bold">Hooded Figure</span><br/><br/>“Yow!” She blurts, as Jules’s nasty little kick strikes home. “Well I<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>going to play with you a bit,” she says, “but now the only thing you’ll be doing with my breasts is<span style="font-style: italic">padding</span>them. Don’t feel bad,” she continues, leaning over you, voice distorting as her lips stretch around the crown of Jules’s head, “I’ll still be enjoying myself.”<br/><br/>Her tongue dangles, far longer than human, licking lasciviously across Jules’s face, tasting his lips, cheeks, eyes. “Mmm…” she thrums happily. “Gonna have to find out where you came from cutie,” she shivers in pleasure, “gotta get me some more of<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>flavour.”<br/><br/>She leans forward, her soft, well-fed breasts brushing against Jules’s chest. Her oesophagus pulses against the crown of his head, whilst her lips engulf his neck, enclosing him in the warm, wet cave of his mouth, sucking on him like a sweetie… Casually, one of her hands slides down Jules’s body, fingertips groping at his cock. “Just ‘cause you’ve pissed me off doesn’t mean I don’t want a little seasoning,” she murmurs as she pleasures him.<br/><br/>Gradually, bending almost double, pert rump wriggling in the air, she lowers her lips over him, past the barrier of his shoulders, pushing his arms tightly together against his sides, twining and tasting him with her tongue, her own arm sliding between his legs, preparing to lift and swallow the rest of him down.  “Mmm…” she thrums happily, utterly encumbered and distracted by her meal…<br/><br/>OOC: Eurikova won’t even need to make a swallow check for this one - the hooded figure’s effectively helpless.<br/><br/>OOC: Aviana-post to follow...