Out of the Lips (Patreon)

One hour? Two hours? Perhaps even more? How many times has this little one found itself ensnared within the giantess mouth?

His entire skin now resembles the pruned appearance one gets from an extended soak in a bath, drenched by the potent and viscous saliva that continues to drip from his tiny form.

He yearns for air, fresh air, a respite from the atmosphere created by her inhales and exhales, which have transformed into gusts of wind. At last, he is extracted from that suffocating space, weary, with a strand of saliva still clinging to him, like a overused piece of chewing gum.

What will be the next step?