With a big gulp, Kouta sent Cuan further down his soft saliva dripping throat, Cuans head and shoulders popped into Kouta's large stomach, where Cuan would find no acid waiting for him after he whipped the saliva from his eyes, Kouta's throat muscles continued to work Cuan's lower have rubbing grinding and squishing all around his lower have until, with a second gulp, Cuan fell into Kouta's stomach, a small pool of saliva followed him as he almost bounced on the extremely soft fleshy ground, there was not too much room but there was fresh air blowing inside that would allow Cuan to live in there as long as Kouta wished him to.