Red/man/mouth

“Your spiciness doesn’t scare me. I know spice tricks the body into thinking it’s too hot when it isn’t. Mind over matter, and I can get you down. I’m going to take you quickly just for good measure.” The male predator boasted.

“Others have had the same thought as you. None of them have been able to keep me down.” The redhead replied nonchalantly. She had heard it all before.

The man grabbed the redhead and lifted her above his head. Feeding her feet into his mouth, he started swallowing as he shoved her down his throat with gravity to assist.

Watching herself being swallowed, she could see the look of pain on the man’s face. He paused briefly as her ass and pussy entered his mouth. She could see the conflict between wanting to have his way with her and the pain of the spice building up, especially from her inner thighs.

His determination to prove he could get her down won out. She watched him push past her belly and boobs, resisting temptation again and avoiding lingering on the intensely spicy under boob.

He got over her face and her world being plunged into the deep red of his throat. She felt his throat squeezing her down, her lower body already in his stomach. She quickly found herself in his stomach. Only the second pred to get her all the way down.

She felt the involuntary lurch of a hiccup. Spice sometimes causes that as the body rebels against the attack to the nerves. A few more hiccups and she felt the familiar lurch. She found herself being forced back up and out.

She stood up and wiped the juices off. “I told you.” She jeered. “I’m not like a spicy pepper or hot wings.”

“What was that? My body just rejected you.” The man replied between retches and hiccups.