Sneed stood on his toes, grabbing one of the witch's pig-tails in each hand, gently guiding the camber of those luscious lips strokes. "Oh Goddess!" he moaned, nigh breathlessly in worship of the beauty that had latched onto his unit as his hips slowly bucked and rolled with Lucille's bobbing. He was hot. His cock quivered with every taste bud that graced it, the bulbous head prectically vibrating at the same tempo. The sight before him was consumed by a white glare, senses gone completely awry.  The rest of his body twitched incessantly. His breaths came out in visible pants, cries of joyous ecstasy worthy of deities! What she tasted of him was strangely sweet and thin, the  usual nutty-ness absent from the piping hot liquid.<br/><br/>Some of the company raised their spears, cheering one of the two on. Others cursed their luck for not being Sneed. Rebz just stood there, his arms continually folded. He leaned in close to Lucille's ears that she might actually hear him. "What he's experiencing now is a perpetual climax with the inability to orgasm. Every sensation you're giving him is being amplified ten fold. Give me some kind of signal and I'll give him a good prod. It'll snap him to his senses, but you'd better be prepared for a geyser."