She pulled him further into open jaws, her soft fleshy tongue wrapping over your midsection. I tilt my head, Allowing gravity to aid me as I swallow you. The mouscles in my neck pull and loosen then tighten up as I swallow. I gently close my maw, and swallow once more. The lynx finds himself inside my stomach, fleshy pink walls around him. Warm and very cozy... And absent of any acids.