Finish up.

“Good human.”

The minotaur’s voice calls out to you, a pleasurable tone in his voice from your ministrations leaving him in a clearly better mood than before.

“Guess you telling the truth.”

Even in a good mood, he doesn’t seem the most talkative. But that’s ok, you don’t mind a tall, stoic guy who likes getting his asshole polished..

After a few more minutes of lazy kissing, the mino’s hand pulls your face away from his formerly sweaty asshole, you having changed that fact, and substituted the sweat with your saliva.

Your face having the only remnants of the man’s sweat. Your features are plastered with the stuff, and cheeks red with arousal. Your sweats tented with your own arousal.