Setsun moans softly, suckling on the bull's large tongue, drinking in the taste of the other's mouth. His small hands, with the gentleness and eroticism of a lover's begin to snake down the bull's front, rubbing and pinching and massaging each muscle, until they were resting directly above the bull's crotch. Severing the kiss, he moved back slightly. "I . . .want you inside me but . . .but you know that I'm . . .I've been used and . . ."