Vore a atté mon beau-fils

You are such an itch in my ass, so I decided I am going to get rid of you, and no one will notice. Brought you into this world I can take you. I start off faced away finishing you. I swallow hard, gage a little burp out a sock. Ha! As I turn around and reveal my huge oiled shiny stomach, I begin to degrade you and laugh at you. Multiple angles lots of low views looking up at the big mass in my swollen body. You try moving around kicking, punching but you are too weak for my strong belly. I digest you bit by aching bit. Mocking all your suffering. Until you go quiet, and I use a napkin to clean up my well-deserved meal.