Bellatrix wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the size of her cock. Maybe she didn’t ever want to. The satisfying stretch as the fat head of her cock slid slick across her tongue. The taste of sweet skin and fresh salt. Stronger as she eased her way inside her throat until her nose was nestled against the soft little tuft of hair at the base of her big dick. She would never tire of this: being tied up, turned on, full.