<span style="font-weight: bold">Offering</span><br/><br/>The foxgirl tilted her head back, lifting my legs cleanly into the air. She took a firm grip, as her powerful, gentle hands prevented me from flailing. She swallows, again and again and again, wet lips and tongue slurping up my legs even as my head and chest are forced down in the the wet, burbling pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>The air within is wet and cloying, the flesh soft but strong, and the dripping puddling liquid tingles against my skin. She gulps, and my wriggling toes pass behind the firm touch of her palm, as my long legs are folded up and forced down into her tum with the rest of me. I rub its walls, gently, stimulating more than struggling...