captivity

Author: Mr. wind
Word count: 41536
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Infringement immediately delete
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Hot? stuffy. slippery? slippery. Fishy? Fishy. But these are not important anymore, I have long been used to the stuffy heat, slippery and fishy smell in this wriggling meat hole. I was lying in this narrow space, submerged in a layer of viscous liquid, and not far from my eyes was the deepest yet natural opening of the girl’s womb. Maybe in a few months? I have already forgotten how long ago it was. At that time, I would choose to pounce on it desperately, or slap it, or go deep into the narrow cavity in front of me – at least there is a slightly spacious small room behind this tight meat hole, at least, at least, it is better than staying in this gap full of mucus and full of fishy smell… much better…
Thinking of this, the surrounding space suddenly trembled, and the fleshy wall in front of me suddenly squeezed towards me, pressing me tightly on the cervix that I was staring at, which was like a baby’s small mouth, with a little saliva flowing.
I know this is a task entrusted to me by the “Master”. The girl outside must be free and wants me, who lives deep in her cavity, to bring her some happiness. reject? Why refuse, if I can please her well, maybe today, maybe today I won’t be forced to swallow those fishy love fluids to get by, maybe she can let me temporarily live in a warm and sheltered womb… Thinking of this, my body moved unconsciously.
The girl on the commuter subway, even though she was surrounded by people who looked a little tired after a day of fatigue like her, she still gently hugged the backpack to her chest, and her right hand had been familiarly stretched into her lower abdomen. With a light press, the foreign body feeling that was almost familiar to her body and was so familiar to forget appeared in the deepest part of her lower cavity.
“Uh…huh…” She hummed softly a few times, and she pressed the lower abdomen harder. The feeling of something wriggling in the cervix made her lower her ears unconsciously, and the wine-red tail behind her trembled.
“Hehe…hehe…” The girl grinned grimly. It had been so long since that day, but the immorality of hiding a living person deep in her body as a sex toy still made her tremble from time to time.
That was half a year ago…
Half a year ago, under the introduction of “friends on the road”, Xia Sheng got a call from an underground sex toy industry—she found it incredible and excited that the sex toys in this store were all “living people” without exception—could there be slave trade in this era?
With doubts in her mind, she finally dialed the phone number after she carefully disguised herself the day before the phone number expired.That phone call, the normal way of playing has long been unable to satisfy her gradually expanding sexual desire rooted deep in her racial genes.