I pulled him up to my face and kissed him. “I’s pretty scary here.” I told him, but he didn’t answer. His small prick became very soft in my mouth, but I knew that in his age he would soon regain his energy. It was good to drink. I had to close my legs because I didn’t want to draw attention to his mother. He had his fingers on my outer lips. He was standing right in front of me. It was ugly, bleak and damp, cold, too and like all cellars it smelled of mold with something else. They are beautiful and they don’t droop at all. I embalmed it with some saliva, I let slowly drip from my lips, kissed the tip and finally engulfed it greedily. It was strange though, it felt like a very tiny and tender dwarf was dominating and fucking me, or a little animal, like a skinless chimpanzee or a tiny naked dog.
