Finders keepers

"Let's talk about Jolene and Beulah. They were two thick thighed, sun kissed redneck beauties, living out in the humid, moss draped heart of the bayou. They were as beautiful as they were simple minded, with massive, heavy breasts that strained against their denim tops and minds that were as slow and sweet as molasses in January. They spent their days wading through the swamp, looking for trinkets to sell at the local flea market, never expecting to find a god."

Lucile’s fingers begin to knead your thigh, her touch heavy and rhythmic.

"Deep in the stinking, emerald heart of the swamp, tangled in the roots of a weeping willow, they found it. A sarcophagus, carved from dark, ancient stone, half submerged in the black water. It was covered in strange, pulsing hieroglyphs that seemed to throb like a heartbeat. Thinking it was nothing more than a heavy piece of antique gold, they hauled the cursed thing back to their shack, their breathing heavy, their sweat mixing with the swamp heat."

Her voice drops to a conspiratorial, wet whisper.

"But as they pried the lid open, expecting treasure, they found something far more... potent. Inside lay a mummy, wrapped in linen that smelled of ancient spices and dried musk. And as the moonlight hit the corpse, they saw it. A cock so monumental, so impossibly thick and long, it seemed to defy the very laws of the afterlife. It was a phallic monolith of ancient, dried flesh, a weapon of a forgotten god."

Lucile leans in, her breath hot against your neck, her eyes wide and dark.

"They didn't realize the curse they had awakened. As they reached out to touch the golden trinkets they thought were hidden beneath the mummy, the stone eyes of the corpse snapped open. A low, guttural groan vibrated through the floorboards. The mummy didn't just wake; it reanimated. The ancient, dried flesh became supple and hot, the skin turning to a dark, bronzed muscle. And that massive, ancient cock... it began to throb, engorging itself with a sudden, violent surge of life, growing larger and harder with every second."

Lucile's hand slides down, her palm cupping the massive, unwashed heat of your cock, her grip tightening with a primal ferocity.

"The two women could only stare, their simple minds unable to process the divine terror before them. Before they could even scream, the mummy moved with the speed of a striking cobra. It didn't want their gold; it wanted their flesh. It pinned them to the floor of the shack, its ancient, powerful hands bruising their soft, ample hips. It began to fuck them with a relentless, rhythmic fury, a prehistoric pounding that shook the very foundations of the house. The heavy, unyielding thrusts of the mummy's god sized cock broke their spirits as easily as it broke their bodies. By the time the sun began to peek through the cypress trees, Jolene and Beulah were no longer independent women. They were nothing more than mindless, panting slaves, their simple brains wiped clean by the sheer, overwhelming ecstasy of the mummy's ancient, unyielding lust."