Swoobat's maw yawned open, her steamy breath washing over your face as she made her intentions clear. Wrapping her wings around you, she yanked you off the ground and popped your head into her awaiting maw. She let out a muffled chatter as your wonderful taste filled her maw. Her tongue surrounded and slurped across your head, getting as much of your taste as she could.
Shifting her grip, she swallowed, stuffing your shoulders and chest into her gob. Her little fangs, which you found adorable, pricked at your tender flesh as she very gently chewed on your body. Her happy purrs rumbled around you as she shifted her grip again, cupping your fat juicy bum with her wings.
Another gulp sent your shoulders and chest down as she shoveled your gut in, rubbing her own happily. Her ears twitched as they picked up the delightful sounds you were making. Well, delightful to her that was. Her broad tongue slurped at your gut before slipping between your legs, then those juicy mounds of fat called your a**.
A wet swallow echoed through her gullet as she took in your booty, leaving just your thrashing legs. Her eyes rolled back in delight at both your taste and the feeling of having a belly full of a squirming meal. Tilting her head back, she swallowed rapidly, sucking on your feet before gulping them down. Swoobat panted and rubbed her swollen gut with a wing. Now, what to do with her trainer?
