The big bull-5

“Thank you, they are all just for you.” I came back, with a smile.

Bull bent over slightly and put his mouth on mine again. His tongue forced its way into my raw mouth and he kissed me tough and messily. He had a really wet mouth and he drenched mine with his saliva.

We separated from the embrace.

“Now your god wants you to clean him up,” he commanded.

“Anything you want,” I said, in eager anticipation for what was next.

“You like this beefy ballplayer butt?” He turned and jiggled his two big bubble orbs for me.

“Oh yeah!” I beamed back at him.

He then knelt on his bed with his back to me, stuck his big smooth ass in the air and said, “Get your face in there and clean me out good.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice and I leapt down onto his huge glistening rump. I tried my best to separate his balloon-like cheeks and then lodged my face in between the sweaty globes and started cleaning with my tongue. The taste and smell were musky, pungent and a real turn on. I submerged my tongue deep into his fissure and gorged on it. I could barely reach his hole in the deep valley of his cheeks, but I kept trying as best I could.