"What are you doing?" Asked the imaginative apparition of Evian Stygian as he grabbed the back of Lillian's head and pulled her toward his crotch,
"Get back to it!"
The voice spoke with a strange authority and Lillian just stayed in place as the rod in her throat lodged even deeper until her nose was pressed into his pubes, permeating her sense of smell with an ensnaring scent that had her resistance quickly melting away.
She started by placing her hands on the now manly and muscular thighs and pushed against it but somehow, the strength she should have had by right, as master of this imagination, failed her, and her mind became steeped in the ensnaring scent till the point where her arms relaxed and her hands left the thighs while her throat constricted around the rod, squeezing it.
