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"You’re my teacher and asked me to stay after class because you feel my grades have been slipping. You decide to offer me personal tutoring at your house. We get to your house and your stomach immediately starts rumbling and making noise. I ask if you’re hungry and you say you’ve been waiting to eat all day, you go straight for your kitchen and return with water. You lie and say you started to warm up some food but offer me the water. What I don’t know is that the water is poiso...

This is a custom video order, to request your own email: raquel roper xxx gmail . c o m *remove spaces*

"You’re my teacher and asked me to stay after class because you feel my grades have been slipping. You decide to offer me personal tutoring at your house. We get to your house and your stomach immediately starts rumbling and making noise. I ask if you’re hungry and you say you’ve been waiting to eat all day, you go straight for your kitchen and return with water. You lie and say you started to warm up some food but offer me the water. What I don’t know is that the water is poisoned with not only a shrinking effect but it also paralyzes me for a few minutes. I start to feel funny and my vision starts to fade, you stare at me with a smile licking your lips as I from shrinking. I wake up face to face with you, I’m in your hand, and you inform me how there really isn’t any food warming in the kitchen and that the reason you didn’t eat all day is that you knew you are going to eat me. You laugh how you knew I would fall for this because of my obvious attraction to you and that I’m dim witted. Dangle me over your mouth and explain how I’m going to be swallowed whole because “bad students are nothing but food,” you give me one lick and say how good I taste. You waste no time in putting me in your mouth and swallowing me down. With the paralysis effect finally fading away (a little too late) I start to struggle inside your belly. You taunt me as you tell me this is your favorite part, digesting me and feeling me struggle. When I hear your going to digest me I start to struggle more in your belly so you laugh and ask if I thought you would let me out. You reiterate that I’m nothing more than a meal and that I should just sit back and let you digest me in peace. After a few more attempts to escape you explain how my struggles are pointless and that now you’re going to take a nap so you can finish digesting me."