Let Zayne suck your cock

Zayne sits on the ground before you, long legs stretched out in front of him, a hidden mountain pushing up the crotch of his jeans. He reaches out, hooks one long finger into the open fly of your shorts, and pulls you over to him, before sliding your shorts down your legs. You step out of them and kick them aside, your mouth dry as he leans close and nuzzles your cock through your briefs. His hot breath bathes the cloth, sliding over your skin. He takes the cloth between his lips and drags it downward, your hard erection slipping free and quickly rising to attention.

He murmurs appreciatively and brushes his muzzle along your shaft. Velvet soft, his lips part and he gently nibbles your throbbing flesh, taking his time as he works his way up to the head. He looks up at you, his gaze smoldering, and slowly extends his tongue.

"Mmmmm," Zayne moans as he drags his tongue over the head of your cock, swiping a drop of precum from the tip. Those nimble lips nibble the crown between wet, lingering licks. Your breath quickens in anticipation each time his pink lips part, imagining the warmth of his mouth surrounding you, his strong, muscular tongue curling around you, gripping, squeezing, stroking. Each brush of his lips, each stroke of his tongue sends tendrils of trembling pleasure curling through your body, filling you with a deep and aching need.

You reach out, stroking his silky hide, letting your fingers glide over his long face, his strong jaw, touching, exploring his alien features, worshiping his uniqueness, tracing the edge of the black patch around his eye. "You're gorgeous," you whisper.

Zayne opens his mouth and engulfs your cock in a single, noisy slurp, his lips drawn inward to cover his big, flat teeth. He sucks, hollowing his cheeks and pulling your cock deeper into his mouth, until your balls squish against his chin. You groan, fighting the urge to pump your hips and thrust into his mouth.