he hears er moan outside, and he can't help but grin. she was clearly enjoying this. as his head enters her stomach, he gets a wiff of the damp, slightly rancid smelling air as the pressure is slightly removed from his head, and he starts to curl up in the cramped wet space as he feels more of his body slide in. he feels her tongue against him down below. wait, no, up above he corrects himself, still disoriented from his weird angle of descent. still, the feeling of her tongue against makes him squirm, simultaneously from discomfort and pleasure. her throat around his torso feels really  tight, but he tries to ignore it.