Red/Woman/Mouth

“You say you’re spicy. We’ll see about that. The woman pred said to the redhead prey. She grabbed the redhead by the shoulder and shoved her head into her mouth.

The redhead did not resist, relying as always on her natural spiciness. She let the pred get over her head as her tongue licked her face. She didn’t like it but was used to this part now.

The woman pred got down to her shoulders in just a few gulps. Her prey was not kidding about her spiciness; there was a tingle on her tongue that was working down her throat. It was like swallowing hot sauce. It wasn’t too bad until she got over her shoulders. Her armpits and under boobs were harbouring concentrated fire. It burnt her mouth worse than the strongest pepper she had ever tasted.

She felt herself reaching involuntarily. Her body rejected her meal. “Oh god, I need some milk.” She screamed as her prey was ejected from her mouth “You’re the first prey I couldn’t get down.” She added between reaches.

“I told you I’m spicy. That’s one more Pred that couldn’t take the heat.” The Redhead boasted, whipping her face of drool.