Jay’s First-person Experience: Intimate Encounter With A Young Blonde

When Daedalus and his nephew Icarus, who Daedalus was teaching his craft, saw me enter, they bowed low and Daedalus welcomed me to his humble establishment. The more I thought of my bull, the greater the feeling of almost uncontrollable lust had built inside me. As before, I was finding it hard to contain the raw, naked passion that permeated every single fibre of my being, my head swam, my breath came in irregular, deep gulps and I tried to focus what thought I had control of on the feeling of my bulls member as it slid between the lips of my sex and oh so deep within me. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the rods with all my strength as spasms shook my whole body uncontrollably.