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Mmmmmmmhmmmmm.

He could almost close his eyes and ignore the rest of the world around him at the moment, you know minus the occasional heavying of his stomach as it still tried to empty itself.  But it was much more controlled as he straightened up to look her in the eyes properly.

“What was what nowwwwwwww!





Seconds between blinks and everything went spinning. It took a minute for his head to catch up to his head.  His voice yelping out that last now, was in real time.  But he was still a touch lightheaded as the tongue wrapped around them, his only physical reflex was to tense up, fists tightening around the handles of his chefs’ knives still in his hands despite trying to hack up his lungs only a moment before.  

Lights out, the darkness getting darker and wetter and squishier.  Oh shit Roman thought as his mind flashed from the overgrown Barney that had slipped up on them out of nowhere to its tongue squirming tighter around them to those firm squishy padded..

“Did we just geeshitttt!”

His words were lost as the scraping along his back and the thrusting of the tongue jostled him about and around first lower his face sliding down forced between Sid’s breasts.  The beast’s tongue squeezing them tighter and loosening up in turns as it worked to position them for better swallowing.

“Fucken Godss…”

Mumbled words only being lost in the valley between two moons as Roman was thrust upward sliding up her body face to face once again for the briefest of moments.  For all he could move and that only where he was prodded to go; he kept his grip on his chefs’ knives doing all he could to keep his sharp pointy ends from stick in Sid on accident.