The woman's gaping mouth is a portal, a chasm ready to be filled by the monstrous cock thrusting towards it. Her cheeks hollow, and her tongue wriggles, eager to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip. She relaxes her throat, taking the beast deeper, feeling it pulse against her tonsils. She gags, but the primal, carnal pleasure of being stretched to her limit keeps her pushing forward, her lips meeting the base, her nose buried in the thick, curly pubes. She's a vessel, a vessel for the one-eyed monster.