50's glistening pink tongue slides out, wetting his lips which are now curving to one side in a smug sneer. His husky voice reverberates around you, making you want to block your ears. "Whatsa matter, white boy? Think ya too good to be a black dude's bitch?" He says in his southern drawl, chuckling at the look of terror on your face. "Don't shit ya pants yet, boy. I'm bout to have me a lil' snack.." And with that he shoves your squirming, stringy teenage body into his cave-like mouth and snaps it shut.. You land on the huge, sopping wet tongue. The first thing to hit you is the man's horrible breath - it swims around you, offensive and choking. You think bitterly that a gangsters idea of oral hygiene must be a girl who'll swish before she swallows. The next thing you see is a row of massive, sharp pearly whites soaring downward as 50 clamps his jaw. You lie huddled in the middle of the rapper's tongue, weeping and praying for God to get you out of here and back to safe, warm home. But you have a new god now..
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