The spider's tongue circled around the little hole on Lara's midsection. Marking its target, leaving a slimy substance; trailing around her tiny delicate scar. Stimulating its rim, Lara swiveled as she couldn't help but tremble with unwanted sensations.
Suddenly the tongue ascended, hovering over Lara's navel. It lingered with an eerie precision. Aiming down at its bullseye, preparing to lunge at any moment.
"No please. Not my bellybutton. Out of all places, why my bellybutton?"
Lara frustratingly cried, twisting her hips to attempt to throw the lingering tongue off it's coarse. But to no avail, the lustful tongue followed with precise position.