The foreskin was partially retracted, and his cock head was covered in precum. I had never even tasted my own cum, and I liked the salty and slightly ...itter taste of his semen. And just the thought that I was tasting and swallowing a black man’s reproductive fluids that way was turning me on even more. I had no previous experience sucking cock, and I was moving back and forth on his shaft, taking more and more each time.I found out that he wanted more when he said, “I can see that you’ve never. Dinner was on the table, and had been sitting there for nearly an hour. And there it continued to sit, untouched."Sir," I began shakily, "can I get you a glass of wine?"Without looking up from the sheet of paper in his hands, my offer was refused. I knew something was wrong, I knew that something had to be wrong. So now I was faced with internal conflict. Should I chance asking questions? Or, should I just wait to see how this plays itself out? What could I have done so wrong? As I went. A slightly awkward silence falls back over the two of you. You’re exhausted after your ordeal, so you let the rocking of the horse’s trotting send you into a strange half-waking sleep. – You jerk awake and there’s a moment of terror as you feel the world shifting up and down. You grab onto the nearest steady thing you can find and hang on. There’s a feminine gasp and then you remember you’re on horseback, riding behind the Elurran knight called Leuna. You’ve didn’t think you squeezed her that. “I want to enter the competition,” Paola requested.“We did lose Ina the faker, so there is an open slot, but are you up to it?” Tara wondered. Paola wasted no time and guided Tara’s hand to her gargantuan nut sack, the girl’s eyes opened wide as she understood how full her balls were, “the ramp is at the back, meet you on stage in five, wait for my mark.” She said as she left and Paola bragged her huge sack to the ramp, her eyes filled with envy for her contestant futanari.Paola stood at the.