Post-masturbation, our Indian stallion reclines, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. "Clean me," he growls, his voice thick with lust. A eager mouth descends, lips parting to reveal a long, pink tongue, lapping up the remnants of his pleasure. The mouth is hungry, greedy, as it takes him in, inch by inch, until he's hitting the back of the throat, the sound of wet, sloppy sucking filling the room.