The big bull-4

“Oh your little dick’s gonna shoot?” he taunted. “Not yet. Not one comes before me. You still gotta serve me.”

“Yes, sir,” I said as I sat back down on the bed and he stepped in front of me. I reached under his protruding abdomen and found the button to his jeans. My fingers strained to get it undone, but then it snapped open. I pulled down the zipper and then yanked at them, finally with some tugging they slid down over his enormous moist thighs. I felt his hard thick legs which were scorching hot. He wore extra large white briefs, which I found really sexy. And jutting out from them, the outline of his cock that resembled a long fat squash wrapped tightly in the white fabric of his briefs. He took the back of my head and pulled it to his cock. I ran my cheek adoringly against the swollen mass. I then started licking up the side of the shaft and then gumming down on it. It was plump and hard with some give to it.