The frisky kind

You let out a sharp gasp as you are knocked to the ground. You attempt to roll over, but feel a pressure pushing down on your arms and atop your back. The realization that you've been pounced upon by some sort of predator of the jungle settles into your mind.

You let out a frustrated groan, "How dare you touch me! Release me this instant!"

A masculine voices gives a response which is in very **** and broken common, "Okay, but only if you do the suck."

Confusion and concern sets in. "The suck? What is the suck?" You inquire, while trying to turn your head to no avail.

"Is hard to explain, but it good."

You let out a sigh. What a lot of fuss over a whole lot of nothing. You still have no idea what the suck is, but if it isn't a bad act, then you'd be fine with partaking.

"Very well. I am intrigued. Release me and teach me this 'the suck'," you reply.

The weight on your back is gone and your arms are free. You regain your footing and spin around to face the individual that had knocked you to the ground. Before you stood a bipedal, muscular, lizard-like creature garbed in a leopard-print loincloth. It was definitely male, if the bulge rising up beneath the loincloth was anything to go by. Soon, the creature's penis is at full mast and has managed to free itself of the cloth confining it.

You place your hands on your hips and reply in a haughty voice, "Well... What is this 'the suck'? I'm waiting."

Without delay, the lizard-like folk grips your shoulders to **** you to your knees and then mashes it's now peeking and leaking cock into your mouth. You try to say something in protest, but your tongue only tickles the shaft.