This is definitely a male. Two orbs bigger than my head hang together in a sack coated in short dense white and black fur. They are easily twice the size of an average pair of fox jewels with a musky scent coming up in the waves of heat that are almost overwhelming. But I dive in anyway.

My eyes and nose burn from the concentrated male essence in the air, but as I plant my face between his cum factories I wrap my arms around both of them and softly press them to both sides of my head. I can hear his pulse. A gentle but rapid flow and pause of his circulatory system that combines with his intoxicating stink to put me into a daze.

I pull myself from his balls and admire the fox's tailhole as his tail flicks up toward his back. An adorable pink pucker that spasms lightly as the fox dreams. Looking over the sleeping giant I also see that his mouth is open in a soft pant with his flat pink tongue hanging out of one side. Turning away from his head for a moment I see why his tailhole had been twitching. His red poker of a dick is ppushing out of the sheath and through his fur like a beacon.

I swallow hard then make my choice and go for...