I PUT THE JUG TO MY LIPS AND DRUNK DEEPLY

I put the jug to my lips and drank deeply. As my throat bulged and subsided with each swallow, the snake kissed my neck tenderly. Every now and then it would bare it's fangs and scrape them along my skin sensually, but it would never bite. When I had drunk my fill, I took the snake by the head and kissed it full on the mouth, staring deep into it's reptile eyes. Oh, what a feeling.