Don’t drop in Party Guests/Snacks (choice adventure) chapter 5 by sotired

“Never mind,” she mutters. Before you blink, you’re engulfed to your waist between her lips, legs still in the open air outside. A finger on the back of your legs pushes you fully into the pitch darkness of her mouth, where you briefly tangle with some other lillie, probably one of the guests, her dress partially soaked already. In the next moment, you’re given another glimpse of the party outside, distorted by a glass and flowing champagne. The drink rises around you briefly, and before you can react, you’re both shoved into the gullet behind you, your hand lightly brushing against back of the throat before you’re squeezed together down Rachel’s tight oesophagus.