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Humans have five traditional senses known as taste, smell, touch, hearing, and sight. Each sensing organ within the body communicates stimuli to different parts of the brain through an array of pathways. Five basic tastes can be detected through the taste receptor cells making up the taste buds on one’s tongue: salty, sour, bitter, sweet, and umami. While these taste receptor cells are not technically neurons, they release neurotransmitters on different axons that whisk taste perception information to the brain.
“O–Oh,” grunted the silver-haired man sitting on the rock before you, gripping the strands close to the base of your scalp tightly. He unwillingly jerked his hips upward into your mouth, feeling the tension building in his groin as you traced your tongue on the underside of his throbbing length. The expanse of the Hypostyle Desert surrounded you both, the only possible cover being a single cactus with a glistening henna berry and a crackling campfire.
Mixing with Cyno’s pre, your saliva was slightly salty as it dribbled past your lips with each swirl of your tongue around his angry tip. You lifted one of your hands off his trembling thigh to grip his length, feeling the throbbing veins beneath your fingers as you pumped up and down and–
“Archons,” the man above you whispered sharply, jerking your hair back to force you to look up at his ruby irises. You could see the campfire’s reflection dancing in his enlarged pupils. He looked down at your disheveled form, kneeling on a pile of discarded clothes to protect your knees from the sand. You nudged your head as much as you could along his length with a low hum, suctioning your cheeks as you felt the bulbous tip shoved against the back of your throat.
“You’re so good for me,” he smirked, wiping a small tear that had collected at the corner of your eye. He brushed the hair from your face before leaning back on his hands, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a treat afterward.”
Withdrawing your lips with a pop, you moved your face lower to place wet kisses on the underside of his full member before tracing your tongue around his balls. “Is this okay?” you asked shyly, peering through your lashes. You were driving him absolutely insane.
“Yes, just like that,” he sighed, “You’re doing so good.”
Feeling the pressure in his abdomen building, Cyno couldn’t resist any longer. He sat back up, placing his hand over yours to stroke himself with you, aiming the tip at your mouth. “Open your mouth for me,” he grunted, rubbing the purple tip against your lips. You stuck your tongue out playfully, flicking it against the leaking slit on the head cheekily.
“Fuck! I’m gonna–” Cyno gasped, quickly grabbing your head to thrust into your mouth. You gasped around him in shock, swallowing as much as you could before removing yourself with a smile. He pulled you up to him for an open-mouthed kiss, tracing his fingers along your waist with increasing pressure before moving his head to leave marks on your neck.
“So,” he whispered darkly before spinning you around to face the rock. His hand sound found itself on your upper back, sliding down and pushing you slowly to bend over the cool surface. “It’s my turn to tease you now,” The General Mahamatra muttered huskily into your ear, grinding his length along your glistening sex.
He pulled away to kneel on the pile of clothes, tracing his tongue along your swollen cunt, relishing in the sweet noises the motion drew out of you. What a sight to behold. The man let his eyes close with a breathy chuckle, bringing his lips to suck your small pearl.
It was his turn to tease you now.