(This was a custom) 
You’ve always admired my pretty pouty lips and wondered what they would feel like but not just what they would feel like pressed up against yours, you’ve fantasized much more. You’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to live inside my warm, wet mouth. To be shrunk down so teeny and tiny I could swallow you. You want to worship every part of my pretty mouth up close. My tongue, my lips, my pretty straight teeth. You imagine hanging onto my uvula for dear life as it swings back and forth. At any moment in your exploration I could swallow you. You would be stuck in my throat forever, but it’s a risk you want to take.