The tiger most certainly didn't have a very good grip on her yet, the tiger's maw simply remaining wide open, waiting for Tamara to stuff her deeper inside, her head poised on the edge of that hungry throat offering her a rather distressing view all the way down that glistening passage of smooth flesh eager to start caressing over her curves to slip her down towards her digestive fate inside the tiger's belly. Rumbling deeply the tiger seemed to enjoy this much already with the otter's head pressed up against the base of his tongue, her neck stretched out and pressed against the sultry organ which rubbed and twitched against the flavorful beast.