<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha</span><br/><br/>“Mmmm…” I thrum happily, as Jules kisses his way down my neck, stretching my head back, exposing myself to his wonderful lips and pressing my breasts into his chest. Nothing beat a stomachrub after a good meal, and his hand caressed my distended tum, the largest chunks of undigested stockboi shifting beneath it, the action helping to work them down into a thick mush, soon to be absorbed by my intestines. I burped, quite involuntarily, and the rich stench of digesting manflesh wafts. “Oops,” I giggle.<br/><br/>“You’re doing really well,” I continue, rubbing my legs against his. “Press on - I’ll let you know if you go wrong…”