He quietly let out a soft groan as the gentle hand grasped at the tip. It was fleshy and a little bit soft on the flared ends, where most of the stiffness and strength was concentrated in the center of his shaft. The opening was far larger than any human, and would be easy to prod one’s fingers into if there ever needed to be a punishment or kinky pleasuring. Like a good slave, he didn’t move. He had his eyes closed and his arms loosely on his sides, allowing the female to explore and try things out as she pleased. He didn’t want to spoke her with a sudden heated moment, able to discern the nervousness in her movements. She was worried about going through with what was in her head, and he didn’t want to push something that might scare her… The chance to get into another female was not one he would pass up.