I’d never seen anything like it.
The light pink shaft emerged from a fuzzy sheath located between his legs. It was long and smooth, with a slight upward curve that tapered to a pointed uncircumcised tip. A set of heavy, orange-sized testicles sat just underneath it,also covered in hair.
Concern flashed over his face when he noticed I was staring. “Is everything alright?”
Yep, just impressed by your massive minotaur dick. Nothing to see here.
“More than alright,” I reassured him, and leaned in closer, bringing my mouth toward the already weeping tip.
“Hey.” With his free hand, he tilted my chin up, urging me to look at him instead of his cock. “Take it nice and slow, okay? And if at any point you want to stop, we can stop.”
“Okay.”
He smiled, and I ran my fingers over his fuzzy thighs, making his body quiver before I drew him into my mouth.
I was wildly out of practice, but I continued working him toward the back of my throat. In addition to being long, his cock wasthick, stretching my mouth around it made my lips tingle.
“Shit,” he groaned. “That feels amazing.”
Good.
I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down until spit ran down my chin and the fur of his sheath tickled my face.
“Yes, Pam. Just like that,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper. “Can I touch you?”
“Mhmm,” I hummed around his cock.
One of his hands fisted my hair, drawing me back. He was in charge of the pace now, forcing me to suck him nice and slow. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them in the palm of my hand as best as I could.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he panted with heavy breaths.
He liked that.
His grip on my hair tightened and he pushed me down onto his cock before quickly pulling me back up. I felt his balls tense in my hand—he was getting close.
“Pam,” he groaned. “I’m going to come. Do you want to taste me, babe?”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled, sucking so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Damn.” Alistair stared down at me in awe. “You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock.”
I clenched my thighs, my pussy throbbing from his compliment.
He closed his eyes and fucked my mouth, his hips snapping in unison with the bobs of my head.
“Yess,” he hissed.
His cock jerked as he came, the sweet, milky flavor of his cum filling my mouth to the point where I had difficulty swallowing, leaving some to drip down his shaft.
I worked his balls until he stopped moving, ensuring I got every last drop of cum out of him.
When I finally slipped him out of my mouth, he was still unbelievably hard.
“Was that okay?” I asked, wiping my lips with the hem of my sweater. I got him to come, and he seemed to enjoy it, but I wanted to hear it from him.
“Okay?” he asked and threw his head back against the headrest of the couch. “It was more than okay.”
My eyes locked on his still-erect cock. “You’re still hard though…”
