The stiff sheath mashed against her forehead, the heavy balls dragging over her mouth and chin before being pulled back and giving her a second chance to reconsider. Doing her usual intro and animated explanation of tonight’s ritual, she watched the viewer count rise and rise. Some of that might have had to do with her choice of attire during her live “rituals”, inspired to some degree by seeing Elvira on TV as a kid. She panted into the carpet, cum soaking into it from her chin as she punched a fist into the floor. She looked down, still frustrated that she hadn’t developed the same assets. She was a pale, curvy figure, underneath a flexing mound of muscular hounds and their fat cocks, that thought sent her over the edge. Behind it, the heavy dark balls swung, each the size of an apricot in a smooth, almost hairless sack. Veronica wanted so badly to be an influencer. She came to this realization as Tan mounted her mouth for the second time, and she knew she would beat these beasts and be their new master. The black sack glistened with saliva as she kissed back up, some of the red cock poking out from the sheath now.
