Evan grabs you roughly, and you feel the wing rush out of you. He brings you up to his face, and for a moment, you think he's going to swallow you!
But he leans up and kisses you, covering you in saliva. He licks your face once, and rubs you on his lips.
He pulls you away, his gorgeous eyes sparkling.
"You're gonna love this, pet."
You shiver as he calls you pet, pleased that he is so entirely in control.
He swings you to his armpit, and presses you into the hair and pores there.
Instantly the scent, the stench, the pheromones, choke you, and you grab the hairs there, trying not to pass out. The sweat runs down your front and back, as the hand pushes you deeper into the man-musk.
"You'd better lick it all up, little pet, or I just might get displeased..."
It takes you a few seconds to process that, and in that time, he lets you go, and traps you between his arm and his armpit, squeezing as if to crush you.
You've never been so completely covered before, you can feel it all around you, the wet, stinky skin and hair, pulsing with blood and molding around you, firm and soft at once, with great strength in the muscles.
You've never been so aroused, and you lick passionately, and thrust vainly against any skin.
After a few glorious minutes, when your own sweat mingles freely with his, and you drink from the endless font that is Evan, the pressure releases, and fresh air washes over you. He lifts you out as you slide through his expanse of hair, and brings you to his face.
He sniffs you passionately, and sighs on you.
"Warmed up?"
"Oh... oh yes, Evan, please, I'm yours..."
He grins slyly. "Hope you're ready for me. I'm so much bigger and stronger than you, a little cocksucker like you might not be able to handle it. Hmm... but maybe I should-"