The musky, animalistic scent of his keecker filled my nostrils as he laid himself down on the bed. Fervent, greedy hands explored my chest, sending a shiver of pleasure around my body as I knelt down before him. The warmth of his breath clung to my lips as I savored the taste of his manhood; my tongue swirling around the tip and deeper, deeper, until I heard the raspy, low groan of pleasure escape his lungs.