Another grape. This time slower. You can see her savoring the stretch as her throat opens to take it, then squeezes tight around it, pulling it deeper. Glk. The sound is wetter now. Her Adam’s apple bobs slightly, but she keeps her head tilted, throat exposed. She wants you to watch.

She moves on to a cherry tomato — firmer, fuller — and slips it between her lips. Her jaw stays relaxed, but her throat does the work. The gulp this time is heavier, louder. Glrk. Her throat flexes visibly, pushing it down like a living channel. You see every movement — the bulge rising, the tight swallow, then the satisfied breath she lets out.

An apricot. Round, golden, slightly fuzzy. She teases it at her lips, then pushes it in deeper, filling her mouth until her cheeks bulge. Her eyes flutter as she tilts her head back, throat stretched, working slowly around the large shape. It takes effort. You can hear it. Gluhhkkk. Her throat works with powerful, erotic determination. The fruit disappears, and a soft groan escapes her lips. She l*cks them slowly.

By the time she swallows the fifth — the erotic grace of her throat, and the way her body seems built to devour.

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Lily stands alone in the soft afternoon light, her lips glossed with temptation, eyes gleaming with playful secrecy. Before her — a bowl glistening with ripe, round fruit: juicy grapes, plump cherry tomatoes, and delicate apricots that seem just slightly too big to take whole... but she’s never been one to hesitate.

She picks up a grape first. No chewing. She parts her lips and lets it slide in — smooth, cold, perfect. Then — gulp — a loud, satisfying swallow. Her throat pulses visibly, a deep wave rolling down her neck. It’s not shy. Her swallowing is pronounced, echoing softly in the stillness, as if her body is proud of the act. Her hand moves to her neck, tracing the path of the fruit as it descends.

Another grape. Thi

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