Dancer continued to gape at the monstrous cock that swayed and twitched with his heartbeat, desperately trying to imagine how she could even start with such a beast. It was more like a truncheon than a cock, and that startling pink color. But the infernal essence suffusing her wouldn't now let her back away. It commanded her obedience to his will, no matter the risk to herself, same as a lioness submitted to the great lion who led the pride. To start, she stuck out her tongue gingerly and licked the the tip, then wrapped her bee-stung lips around the glans and suckled on it like a candy pop, both her hands working up and down his gargantuan length.<br/><br/>But she knew that wouldn't be enough, and the drive to submit pushed her lower. She began to drag her tongue up and down the length of his rod, savoring the salty taste, then dropped down to his scrotum when she reached the base. There, she fondled his massive lemon-sized testes, spreading her mouth wide enough to accept one, then slathering it with her tongue and suckling on the salty skin. After she had thoroughly washed one in her mouth, she moved on to the other, then fell back, gasping for breath.<br/><br/>Finally, she positioned herself back in front of his rod, and grabbed it to slide into her mouth, stretching her jaw so far it popped. She managed to get nearly five inches in before she stopped, coughed, and tried to withdraw, her eyes watering with the effort...