Flix turned her head round, briefly, staring into the gullet opened up below us. She turned back quickly, blotting the sight from her mind, holding Alan tight, running her paws down his back, “Fuck me, Alan, fuck me hard”. As they descended into what seemed like the Jaws of Hell, Alan took hold of Flix’s rump and wriggled his cock into her wet slit. As the jaws closed a humid darkness enveloped them. The tongue undulated beneath them, saliva drizzled over their hot bodies. It was a strangely erotic situation. Alan shivered as he began to shaft Flix. They were getting wetter and wetter, there was movement and the tongue rolled, pushing them backwards.