His sac was heavy and thick, bigger than a man's, hanging low and softly covered like his legs. His cock was dark, a purplish red, and I bent my head to kiss its tip as it bobbed up toward my chin. Laszlo let out a shuddering breath, and a thick pour of néktar slithered over my tongue and down my throat. He was as potent as Asterion, but a little less overwhelming. Such an impossible, careful, and gentle man.
