Cream Gene her from the World Wide Streets. Drinking coffee at the Racetrac before Dawn I met Virgil, waiting for his pickup to do construction. He’s a hard working man working day to day. I offered him days pay to snack on his snake. We went around back behind the big LP tank, and I kneeled and wrapped my lips around his veiny dark footlong. He was freshly showered by little hints of flavorful oils burst through as I worked my jaw, like icebursts popping. I had to quiet him from moaning, he was enjoying my magic mouth. Pretty soon after a little mixed nibbles his cobra unleashed thick heavy cream, gushing down my gullet.
I hope the hundo adds to his enjoyment in life, the way his penis did to mine. Yum.