His eyelids were partially closed, giving him a look of lustful satiety. His demeanor was indicative of his status, being king of his domain, presiding over his court by encouraging the evening’s festivities. Leslie glanced at me. “You could help me, if you want.” This entreaty was a surprise. “Um…I guess.” She wrapped her hand around the pinkish, throbbing organ. “He’s a good boy, isn’t he?” she purred. “Gggrrroooaarrrr…” The others watched; their expressions were interested and aroused. I could feel the weight of their stares. They were expecting me to make a move. I crawled over to Leslie, who had the bulging tip of Bubba’s cock in her mouth. There certainly was more than enough of it to go around, and, as I neared, she shoved it in my direction. “Let’s eat him together.” I hesitated for a moment, the musky aroma filling my senses. If someone had told me that one day I would be having sex with prehistoric monsters, I would have thought they were crazy, but here I was!
