Alana slowly unbuttons her red shirt, which was initially buttoned up to her throat. She caresses her beautiful neck and strokes it gently every now and then. I can't resist and I have to touch her apple and her long neck. I have to squeeze it tenderly, but what I want most is to feel the movement of her throat. It's really pleasurable to feel her apple rubbing my fingertips. I squeeze her throat, but not in a brutal way. Then I take a black ribbon and wrap it around her neck, near the top. I squeeze it and listen to the air pass through her trachea. I ask Alana to swallow because I want to see her apple jump up and down, twitching the ribbon.