It took about five minutes, and then there was applause again and some whistles. One of her hands began massaging his testicles while the other stroked him. Sally walked around to where his head was facing, and when he saw her, the curses got louder and nastier
“Brad,” she said quietly, but he ignored her. Wherever you go, you would immediately meet people who have watched it. Some bulls were bashful bulls, or at least they couldn’t produce their semen without extra stimulation. Big Stuff’s ass now,” said Molly, but for Brad, there was no relief. Big Stuff’s organ also seemed to be pushing out and deeper into him. In the back of the platform, there was a hole through the cowhide, and inside the hole was something soft and flesh-like for the bull’s pleasure. “I’ve turned the power down so low that it’s barely sucking.” And it was true.
