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Vore Beach - Page 68 - Family Reunion [Eat Her] - By Robotdocter - Overview
You decide to go ahead and get it over with shortly after the two of you start "searching" (as you already know where the kids are, based on the fact the woman gave quite accurate descriptions for your previous meals, except taste as you are the only one who should know that)

You grab the woman by her long silky hair and stuff her head into your drooling void of a maw before she can even begin to protest.

Before anything else, you pin the woman's arms to her sides before shoving her shoulders in after her head, not wasting a moment in claiming your well deserved and much anticipated meal.

Her clothes are extremely bland but her sweaty skin is salted just enough to compliment her lavender scented hair that you dont notice the taste of her beachwear.

By the time you get to her waist, you've already lastingly enjoyed the woman's most delicious parts, from her full breasts just barely constrained by her 1 piece bikini to her trim stomach and delicious navel being shown to the world.

Before long, you had devoured all but the sand covered feet of the previous mother of two and were very close to reuniting the small family of three within your body.

You took your time swallowing the sandy feet, licking the grainy substance off of said soles before sucking in the woman slowly, ending it off with one last
*GULP*

"Aaaahhhh" you gasped as you finished swallowing the unfortunate Milf, having deposited the for some reason calm meal into your chubby belly, causing it to balloon out a couple feet with the form of said woman.

You started to rub your stomach as you headed back to your friend's area before noticing your otherwise unmoving meal begin to rhythmically begin moving in a somewhat strange way.

"Oh" you say as your face turns a bright red as you realize your meal had just begun pleasuring itself as the last thing it would ever do, even as it began to quickly and painlessly digest inside of you.

You barely get even halfway to where your friends had set up the towels before your stomach had been reduced to a large roundish pale orb, nothing more of the family of three to show besides the pile of saliva soaked clothes you had belched up on your way back.

By the time you made it back to your friends, all that you had to show of your little walk was a cute little potbelly and a much thicker form, perfect to try on the new bikini you found.
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