>>149233343 (OP)
Imagine a big hot penis slapping on her forehead.
The pulsing funk from the meat mallet wafting down in her nostrils, heat radiating like a warm hand from the papa she never got to kiss enough. She's trying to hold hands with her gay lover, knowing fighting back just encourages the men to rape, and apathy is the best deterrent, as they just go pounce on anyone who gives in. Still, the acrid stench of the cock floods her olfactories, flooding her mind with unwanted images of the smelly boys taking her then and there. But god fucking damnit, they're patient. They won't just strike, they don't need to, they just wait for one of them in the group to give in, and it would be the most shameful thing to be the girl that does. She just holds her eyes closed to fight it. She can hear them mockingly chuckle, offering their horrible members, the... slurping. And she opens her eyes, and realizes, she didn't fail first. But all her friends have. Her girlfriend's lovingly stroking the cock on her face, nestling her hose into wrinkly hairy balls that stink of ass and sweat. Her other friends have turned around and let the men take control of their face, pushing it up and down as they squirm, their fat fingers rubbing on the weird shaved styles they've taken. But she's held strong. She hasn't sucked on the fat, red and pink, glistening hot tube of flesh full of virile baby-making seed. And yet, a little drop of pre is running down the contours and eventually, across her little face. Her eyes lock on the droplet as it glides around her nose, quietly sniffing quickly to subconsciously catch a curious whiff of the fresh stuff until it balances on her pouting lips. If she just moves it, it will drip past her lips and down her chin, unsullying her palate, but that infernal 'curious'ity creeps in; how salty is it?
