The big bull-3

“Oh yeah, Bull,” I said. I started breathing in the aroma of him in his football jersey. He clenched me very tight in his bear hug, but I managed to get my arms under his and reach around to grab onto his wide back.

“That’s Big Bull, right, I am The Big Bull,” he bragged. He reached down with his left hand and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder into his embrace. With his right hand he took hold of the back of my head and thrust my face into his chest. “You know you love this.”

I was growing wild with excitement, unsure if this was really happening. I couldn’t contain my craving, I started to kiss and nibble at his chest through his jersey.

“Oh yeah, Baby, you want all this so bad.” He then let go of my head and flexed his right arm, making a huge hard bicep. I put both my hands on his giant arm. It was so magnificent. He had hard thick muscle, with a layer of squashy pink flesh, and a thin coating of hair. My hands groped it, massaging it deeply. He pulled up the sleeve of his jersey a little more, so I could run my supple hands the length of his upper arm. Then I moved my face up to his arm and started licking it all over.