Stare

You don't know what to do!

Brandon is sucking in Blacksnake's big black snake passionately, occasionally making lewd, pornstar-level moans.

"Good girl," Blacksnake says. "I'll make you famous, you know? Ain't no white bunny that drops on her knees for me like that going to stay a no-cred bimbo. Isn't that right, Natasha?"

Natasha titters. She looks unsure of herself, half concentrated on her laptop, half concentrated on blacksnake's hand on Brandon's head. Blacksnake is stroking Brandon's curls soothingly, possessingly. He isn't pushing Brandon down or controlling him, but still it seems Blacksnake is directing Brandon in every move.

A thick wad of spit spills out of Brandon as he tries to go deeper than you saw him do before, struggling to fit a third of the massive python down his throat. You can see that Blacksnake's cock has reached the back of Brandon's head and is knocking at the entrance to his throat.

His throat-pussy, you remember. That's how the gang members called it, back in the prison days.

unconsciously, your hand travels up to your throat and massages it, while you stare at the scene, transfixed. None of the gang members had a cock like Blacksnake has, not even close. they were disappointing, those cocks in prison. Ragged, viney things, hanging limps from tired bodies. Not that you ever admitted to yourself that you wanted something better!

But truth is undeniable. And staring at Blacksnake, truth was staring you in the face.

You were always drawn to blacksnake's movie star face, and now your gaze ravished him. fit pecs, tonedabs arms that commanded dominance. Legs strong, like an oxen's. He was a beast of a man. And his cock!

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