vibrant warmth amongst a cleft of feathery curly hairs, all covering a warm crushed leather like pouch. Despite my earnest dexterous manipulations, it was apparent that I was not going to be able to free these treasures from their container of tight fabric in just this manner. Withdrawing my hand, I reach for his belt buckle, my fingers almost shaking with the fervent excitement of the moment. Lying back, he looked on as if helpless with a euphoric drugged like expression. The ornately western style buckle tinkled to my fumblings and I felt the flushed heat of his excitement ooze from his lower abdomen. At last I had broken the last barrier of Levi-Strauss in the guise of the tight pants button. All that remained was the firm grasp of my fingers on either side of the rugged waistband to give both his jeans and boxers together one good revelatory tug.

Words can not adequately describe for my readers the completely sensual exhilaration I experienced in consequence. A great round throbbing column of man meat sprang out to greet me, finally freed from its tight prison, flinging droplets of liquid lust in all directions. At the same instant my nostrils were overwhelmed by the sensational scent of intensely festering man musk. His incomparable straight as an arrow cut manhood must have stretched a meaty 8.5". At its base drooped a succulent silky wrinkled pouch wherein resided the large jewels that provide the important ingredient for the discharges that I would extract from him with such urgency. A dense thicket of dark fragrant masculine bush surrounded all this beauty. Both of us giddy with delirium, he leaned up as if intoxicated. "Well Blonde, do you like what you see?"

Eyes bulging and mouth slightly ajar, I reached for the fleshy pole that nearly singed my hand. I answered simply, "it's gorgeous!" My mouth opened with tongue tip extracted to greet my feed. I lapped the sweet liquids that already drenched his pliant strawberry. His ultra smooth animated cock flinched, throbbed, and bucked in my tightening grasp. I contemplated, "I am going to tame this horsey, yet", as my tongue began to make pressured sweeps up and down every centimeter of his smooth hot shaft, occasionally shifting to his pouched jewels, lapping up all the delicious tastes of aroused man sex.

He began his uninhibited vocalizations in response to my lascivious services. Low and throaty, "Ooooooooooooo, that's nice. . . ughh, ooo, keep licking like that Blonde." . When the entire length of his furnace like pleasure pole was saturated, I raised my head to meet his man head and this time positioned my warm wet tongue and mouth to envelope it. My tongue probed all around from pee hole to ridge like a whirling tornado locked in place. "Ahhh. . . .ahhh. . . .ooohhh, yesss! Oh that feels so great." I positioned myself to make it easier for me to slide that delicious staff deeper into my topside orifice while cradling his balls with my other hand. I was now sucking his magnificent man tool with the usual conviction of an enthusiastic cocksucker. "SUCK that cock you blonde horn dog!! Don't wimp out on me. Aaaaaahhhhh. . . . .oooooooooo. . . . . hhhhooooeeeee. . . . Yeeesss, don't let up." His hips were now thrusting with wild abandon. "I, I'm . . . I'm getting close . . . Yes that's right, suck hard. . . Oh, I am going to". I felt his orbs leap through his leathery pouch to his