Sondra flushed bright red. She had seen men before, of course. In the baths and in the arenas. But rarely erect, and never this close. She just stared for a long while, gaping at the large, veiny shaft and its unblinking eye as it bobbed before her face. The musky scent tickled her nose, and left a strange feeling of butterflies in her stomach.<br/><br/>After a while, she reached up and gingerly gripped the shaft. She gasped and released it when it twitched and throbbed in her hand, then held it again...slowly running her hand back and forth along its length. When a clear, sticky fluid oozed from the tip, she licked at it...then groaned and spat, wiping off her mouth.<br/><br/>"Eugh! It's like vinegar!" she groaned, then pursed her lips and leaned in again. This time, she buried her face near the man's heavy balls, feeling the wrinkly skin with her lips and chin, while her nose inhaled deeply of his pubic thatch.