Finishing up a quick workout before dinner
Below is an image of Mira in pink yoga pants and a white tank top posing in front of a mirror as she holds up her phone. Once more you’re reminded of how hot Mira is, and seeing how her boobs stretch out her tank top, you once again question the need for her to eat you instead of some stock male.
Working up an appetite?
You bet I am! I can hardly wait, you should hear my belly rumbling.
Mira attaches another photo, this time a closeup of her stomach. You can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin from her workout, and the firm lines of her abdominal muscles. What starts off sexy begins to stir a sense of terror in you. You can only imagine how tightly those muscles could clamp down on you. Mira may not be as predatory as others, but she’d still devoured and digested countless men. Surely those muscles could crush you like an empty soda can…
Thank you for being so accepting of this.
It really means a lot to me.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself, you text back: I guess I’m glad it’s going to be you eating me. The thought of being Taryn’s birthday dinner is terrifying, and apparently I just barely dodged Leah.
Lol! Well, I’m glad I get to be the one to churn you ????
You’re going to taste soooooo good.
And then I get to carry you around with me forever!
Mira… Will it hurt when you digest me? Those muscles look pretty intimidating,
Well, it will hurt… But we’re going to give you an anesthetic. And I’ll take some other pills to make my stomach less aggressive. Try not to worry too much, ok? I’ll take good care of you.
Ok…. Well, I guess I couldn’t be in better hands.
Or in a better digestive tract!
I need to go take a shower and get ready for dinner, no worrying, ok?
Do I get shower pics?
You wait for a while, and are just about to give up when Mira texts you a single photo of her sitting on the bathroom counter, a towel held low over her chest to show off her cleavage, and a long toned leg stretching out from beneath the towel. You almost don’t even notice that she’s blowing you a kiss in the photo, after being so distracted by the rest of her and your memories from last night.
In fact, it isn’t until Leah’s face is inches from your own, and she turns to see what you’re looking at, that you realize she’s been calling your name.
