<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>“You’ll go just fine with mint, Johan,” Sasara smiles. “Trust a girl who knows. S-seasoning should be taken in stride,” she agrees, squirming under his powerful, knowledgeable hands. “Such a savage to want your meat raw,” she giggles. “Brute.” Then, as your stomach growls. “Oh, is all this seasoning making your mouth water after all…?” She teases.<br/><br/>“Such an uncivilised world we live in,” Sasara agrees. “Where a girlsnake can’t even marinate her meals. Mmm…” she hums in delight, as Cyria’s body joins theirs in the now-tight confines of the tub. “Johan?” She asks. “Is this what it’s like to be in a stomach?”