In the dimly lit room, a world of forbidden pleasures unfolds before me. The scent of fear and anticipation hangs thick in the air, mingling with the musk that radiates from my body. My heart races as I approach the centerpiece of this taboo encounter: the large, uncut member that lies sprawled across a leather-bound table.
The sight before me is truly breathtaking. It's not just the sheer size of the organ, but also its shape - thick and veiny, with a slight curve towards the tip. Its color, a deep shade of crimson, seems to call out to me, begging to be touched, tasted, and explored.
I move closer, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. With trembling hands, I reach out to grasp the base of this monster, feeling its girth pulsate beneath my fingertips. It's warm and heavy, like a living creature in its own right. My fingers slowly make their way upwards, tracing the contours of its shaft until I finally arrive at the head.
There it is: the foreskin, an unbroken membrane that shrouds the glans beneath. As my thumb and forefinger peel back this delicate flap, the underlying flesh reveals itself - a deep, purplish hue with tiny bumps scattered across its surface like stars in a vast cosmic expanse.
With newfound courage, I lower my head, allowing my tongue to trace the edge of the foreskin before delving into the moist depths below. The taste is unlike anything I've experienced before - a complex blend of saltiness and sweetness that sends shivers down my spine. It seems almost sinful to be doing this, yet I can't help but continue, driven by some primal urge deep within me.
As I work my way along the length of this monstrous appendage, I begin to notice subtle changes in its texture and flavor. The glans itself is particularly sensitive, reacting fiercely to the slightest touch. As I flick my tongue over its swollen surface, it reacts by oozing forth a thick, creamy substance that I eagerly lap up, savoring each drop as it coats my throat and tongue.
Suddenly, I'm aware of another presence in the room - someone else has joined us. Their breath is hot against my ear as they whisper instructions in a husky voice: "Slow down, baby. Let him get used to your mouth."
I obey without hesitation, continuing to explore every inch of this magnificent phallus at a more leisurely pace. As I do so, I can feel my own desires beginning to awaken - a hunger for something more than what's currently happening between my lips and this incredible organ.
"Good girl," the voice purrs again. "Now it's time for you to taste him."
With eager anticipation, I move away from the erect member before me and