Ayntritli, the gypsy girl, stands in the center of the ancient circle, her eyes closed as she focuses on the rhythm of the chanting around her. The ritual calls for her to honor the god of fertility, and she does so enthusiastically, her lips wrapping around the massive, veined offering. She takes it deep, her throat constricting around the head as she fights against the urge to gag. Her saliva coats the shaft, making it slick and shiny as she works it with her hand, her fingers barely able to meet around its girth. The air is filled with the sound of her wet, sloppy sucking, her moans muffled by the throbbing flesh in her mouth. The ritual continues, Ayntritli's devotion unwavering as she worships the god with her mouth.