Setsun leans back, holding up the massive slab of bull meat and feeling it, feeling it pulse and twitch in his hand. "I'll do my best . . ." he looks up and the bull, and winks. "You might be too big." He then leans back in, taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, digging into the massive urethra and savoring the taste of the bull's flesh. And gods, the smell. "You smell really strong," he said as he pulled off the head, before burying his nose in the bull's ballsack and taking a deep whiff, "so masculine, so musky. It's intoxicating."<br/>