*Velma sighed as she dropped to her knees in the back of the Mystery Machine and began to unzip Shaggy’s pants. She slowly slid them down below his knees and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, running her tongue around it and pressing the tip under his foreskin to peel it back. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in his mildly sweaty scent, and pushed her head forward. She felt the length of his shaft slide into her mouth, the thick, pulsing vein along his underside nestled neatly into the crook of her tongue. The taste was salty and warm, and she could feel his pubic hair beginning to tickle her nose. Velma began to pull back, but suddenly felt Shaggy’s long, boney fingers wrap around the top of her head and pull her towards him. She gagged as the head of his dick pressed against the back of her mouth and slid down into her throat. Her eyes watered as he finally released her, allowing her to yank her face away and gasp for air, leaving a thin string of spit from her lips to his cock.*