I tilt my head back, exposing my throat, the veins already pulsing and vivid. I take the first segment and let it slide back. Gulp. A heavy, wet thud echoes as I swallow it whole. My throat opens incredibly wide, the skin stretching tight over the fruit. I pick up the pace, tossing segment after segment into my mouth without a single bite. Lot of natural noises.
Gulp. Squelch. Gulp.
The sounds are rhythmic and visceral. You can see the bulge of the fruit moving slowly down my throat, my neck muscles flexing and straining with every deep swallow. My throat looks hollow and wide as I push the two entiretñ tangerines down my gullet, piece by piece.
When the last one finally slides down, I lean in until our chests are almost touching. I let out massive, natural BURPS, Lot of them, thunderous rumble that vibrates right through you. I breathe out the scent of citrus, my throat still open and warm, waiting for your reaction.
Close up look of my deep hole. I think I might be ready to swallow your milk now.
