He sat on her tongue, immobilized with terror. Was this it? Was this how his life would end: as an erotic toy for two gigantic women?
The constant writhing of the brobdingnagian muscle beneath him kept him off his balance and from being able to flee. He could only watch helplessly as he was forced into a cavernous mouth. He was squeezed between one giantess’s tongue and the other’s upper lip; on all sides, he was pressed against hot, wet, and pink flesh. Suddenly trapped in humid darkness, he could only feel the intertwining tongues as they squirmed around him, trying to wrest control of his minuscule body from the other. He had no idea which gargantuan tongue was drenching him in saliva at any given time, and the feeling of disorientation was only increased as his captress moaned in pleasure, causing vibrations to rumble through her and into him like an unholy earthquake.
When the tongue belonging to his current hostess finally pulled him back from her lover’s control, he could only breathe a sigh of relief (even if that sigh was made of stultifyingly hot and moist air). Unfortunately for him, having finished with that epic kiss, the giantess whose mouth he was stuck in was far too aroused to play much longer. He was swirled briefly around the vast space of her mouth before her tongue rose up, forcing him down a wet, saliva-slicked slope to her throat. With nothing to hold onto, he fell helplessly down. The last thing he felt before dropping into her stomach were the firm, all-encompassing squeezes of her esophagus.
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