Snake was really getting into this fucking Chad doll. His tongue slipped between the lips, the pool of cum on doll boy's torso became glue between their two sweaty bodies. Their legs intertwined, and Chad's wet tongue- WTF! Snake opened his eyes and pulled back, but his ass was still impaled on Chad's exploding cock.
"Th-th-tha-anks, Sn-sn-sn-sna-ache," moaned Chad.
The look on Snake's face was hard to place. Surprise, joy, horror were all mixed together.
"Just like Pygmalion," murmured Chad, referencing a myth that was too obscure for the reanimated jock.
"Pig male one?" Chad muttered in confusion as he worked his stiff tongue and jaw, "uh, it was Rick, he used this spray to turn me into a mannequin. He was going to spray more and cut my dick off and sell me - but you saved me - uh, somehow, thank you, Snake."
"No, thanks necessary, MVP," Snake said grinning, and putting his hands on Chad's shoulders to lift himself off the still rock hard penis.
"Sorry, Rick sprayed my cock with extra spray," Chad said awkwardly. He didn't want Snake to think he liked fucking guys, did he?
Snake asked, "how about your hole? Did Rick give it extra coats too?" He bit his lip, Rick wouldn't be back for at least an hour. Snake lifted Chad's thighs over his shoulders.
Chad realized Snake's hard oozing cock was headed for Chad's pole hole.
"No, please, Snake,"Chad gasped.
The hard rod entered him, as Snake posited,"Wonder, since riding your cock made you human, if riding mine will make you a sex doll again?"
"Naah-ahh ssssux dull," moaned Chad.