Terry continued to writhe and squirm as Celia continued to toy with him. She continued to swallow him while the lips remained closed around his soft stomach so that he couldn’t move. She was waiting for something, and Terry’s lip quivered as he guessed what she was waiting for. The warm soft muscles continued to massage him and force him to hump the snakes throat, his member pulsing and throbbing as it slid up and down and his bare soft ass rubbing against the back of her throat. He tried to hold back as his fists clenched, it was humiliating be forced to orgasm and then eaten. He tried all he could to stop his movements, to ignore the pleasure, but his face shut in despair as his hips trembled and his thrusting reflexively grew stronger. He let out a low groan through clenched teeth as his member, slick with the juice from Celia’s throat, tensed and shot out a thick warm gob of cum, Terry’s body going rigid and every muscle tensing for a while before relaxing. Terry’s fists relaxed and realizing what was coming now, he tried to wrap his arms around Celia’s coil above him, to prevent going down. He could not help but feel used and ashamed.<br/><br/><br/>The opening wrapped tight around the mouse boys soft little belly, squeezing it in slightly as he gave a little meep. His chest followed next as he hugged the head of the member and gave it a little massage as his chest slid in sublimely, the mouse boy enjoying the feel of the warm slick walls against his chest and nipples. Soon, the mosue boy looked up, getting a last look at Black before the entrance started to close around his cheeks and head, smooshing his face slightly as it disappeared into the shaft. Only his little arms remained outside as they too slid down, giving a little wave until nothing more was to be seen except a bulge in the shaft. The mouse boy wriggled inside as he got comfy, it was like being in a sleeping bag and he hugged himself tightly in the tight warm flesh as he gave a little yawn, his toes reaching a pool of thick warm fluid at the bottom, his toes wriggling as if wading in a pool as he began to get drowsy.