Get Started.

With his little.. "outburst", You start to get to work, getting on your knees promptly.

While on your knees, his crotch is actually a few inches higher than your face, owing to the difference in your two's sizes. This is remedied by the sheer length of the man's appendage, more than happy to make up the distance. It's tip meets you, still dripping pre from the head, and you give yourself a few moments to really take in the cock you've got in your hand. It's a molted pattern, a deep, almost red pink, mixed with a charcoal black. The veining a web of interconnecting blow flow hell bent on somehow keeping the foot long dick hard, all for you. Still stroking it, your hand cannot fit around the entirety of it, especially the thick ring connecting the first and latter half of the guards dick. All and all, it's impressive, something you could never find on a person from your old world. That's not to mention the flared tip that seems to only grow bigger when you pull in closer to it, giving it a gentle kiss.

When you do this, you're met with a vocal groan. He's clearly a virgin, squealing like that. The moans, along with turning you on, eggs you to kiss further, peppering the flat head with kisses. After a dozen or so of these, the man can barely hold himself up on his unsteady legs.

"Sit. I don't need you falling over while I do my thing." You say, firm but with no unkindness. "Yessir..." He barely gets out. You let him find a comfortable spot, and take your place between his legs once again.

"You're so sensitive. You're a virgin?" You ask with a smug tonal inflection. He blushes, visible even underneath the dark fur. "Mhmm... please don't sto-" You cut him off by nibbling the edges of his head, sending spasms of pleasure up his spine. "Stop talking."

You move down the sizable shaft, putting soft nips into the thin skin, taking care to miss the veins. Soon, you get to the base, nuzzling your nose into the musky, sweaty pubes. You take a big huff, all while lapping at the sensitive folds present between the base of his cock and pubic mound. He's sweaty, and most likely skipped a shower this morning. "You stink, bull. You're lucky I like it."

While still lapping, you double hand his weapon, rubbing it up and down. His groans seem to gain in longevity, almost never being quiet. Having your fill, you leave the base of his cock. Taking a step back to admire your work, the bull-man utterly lost to pleasure, panting while staring at you. "Now... Do you think you deserve my mouth?" You ask, just as smug as before.