Novel & Cerita Dog Licks Pussy Story

the vanity mirror my leg draped around should and his face directly in front of my pussy I feel his breath on the open of my pussy I automatically get wet let looks at me asks me what I want I tell him I want to eat my pussy and make me cum he starts flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and he looks up at me as he teasing and tells me he can hear me so I moan louder and say with everything I had in me Dean please I need you to … When did that he head went to lick and sloppy every inch of my pussy and was and my ass he was eating my pussy and fingering my ass then he would switch eat my ass and finger fuck my pussy I was moan and saying his name I came several times in a row when he w

I raised my back, and he kept going in and out of my wet entrance until I softly whimpered and tried to hold on to something because I felt like I would fall. He demanded, “Spread your legs, bend over.” I bowed down and turned my back on him. Suddenly, he got on his knees behind me, put his head between my legs, and began to lick my pussy. He slowly twirled his tongue around my pussy's lips while I moaned softly and put my hand on the wall. He made me face him and spread my legs too far apart so he could see my pink pussy and eat it again.

He was a master of his craft, and he treated my pussy with the same expert precision he used for his massages. He started with long, slow licks from my perineum all the way up to my hood, sipping at the slurpy wetness I had been producing for him. Then, he focused entirely on my clit, his tongue swirling and flicking in a relentless rhythm that had me sobbing his name. "Oh god, Conan... please..." I gasped, my hips bucking shamelessly against his face. He didn't let up, he used his fingers to stretch me wide, his tongue darting inside to taste me before returning to the bud that was driving me toward the edge. The sound of his wet, frantic lapping filled the quiet room, mixing with my ragged

"Look what the tide washed back up. The tragic little ghost herself. You really just don't know how to die, do you, Hazel?" "Shut your mouth, Drake!" Jasmine roared, taking a threatening step forward, her claws extending, her eyes flashing with her wolf's inner fire. "You're a disgrace to the Western Pack! You're throwing the championship and sleeping with the enemy! I'm going to rip your fucking tongue out of your head!"

And only when the tears were streaming down my cheeks, only when I sagged against the wall in surrender, did he pull his mouth away from my ear and face me. His smile was gone, and in its place was a look of dark possession that consumed me in the worst way. I winced as he removed his fingers from my body, and I immediately clamped my thighs closed. He held up his hand showing me those blood-streaked digits, a visual that would forever be ingrained in my brain. And then he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, never once taking his focus off me. A low purr, as if he were a rabid animal, left him as he licked his index and middle fingers, sucking me off of them like I was his last

Her eyes widened, and she pulled her dog away, muttering something about ‘city weirdos’. Once they were gone, I turned to Lucas and checked him over. He was unhurt, and his ears were covered by his hat, although I could see a little tuft of fur poking out from amongst his strands of chestnut hair. He continued to growl until the lady was out of sight. “What happened?” Darren skidded to a halt beside us. I shook my head and lowered my voice. “He tried to pet a dog and it freaked out.”

I sobbed, voice cracking, “I’m sorry for what I said, please don’t cut my hair. I’m begging you, Lady Morgan — please.” I even clutched at her legs, trembling. Rubbie’s hand pressed down on the back of my neck, shoving me lower. “Fucking lick her shoe, then we might consider,” she sneered. My heart shriveled, but I nodded, looking at Morgan’s shoe, and lowered my mouth to it, licking the leather. “What a fucking dog!” someone shouted. “She’s really licking it, Gab,” Quilly gasped. "Yes, because that's what dogs do to their owners," Rubbie added.

He kneeled on the wet bathroom floor, looking up at me. I reached out to touch his ear. "What is it?" "You're not clean enough." I eyed him in confusion. "Can you remove this for a bit?" he asked, pointing at the muzzle. "I think licking might make it cleaner." I hesitated for a few seconds before bending down to remove the muzzle, marveling at how striking his face was once again. He lowered his head and started at my knee, trailing his lips and tongue all over me. "Mm." I couldn't help but tug at his ear. "That spot doesn't seem to have his scent."

When he’s done, he grips the dildo and slowly pulls it from my aching cunt, making me whimper, but he kisses it better before wiping my pussy and my face, ensuring I’m fresh and clean everywhere. Throwing the towel in the brand-new laundry chute, he climbs onto the bed, and they all scoot down to surround me. I came so hard, I can’t walk, just like I demanded and they promised. I lie in a wet, panting mess in our new bed, relearning how to breathe, as their arms and legs wrap around me then I hear it, a bark and I lift my head, and there’s the sound of paws padding on the floor, then a moment later, a dog bounds into the room and leaps onto the bed.

"But then it all happened one night. On that very night, I was so horny but my husband was not yet home and it was way past 11 pm. I waited for him till midnight but yet he wasn't back. I tried to sleep but sleep wouldn't come. I took my bath thinking it will make me feel normal but it worsened it. I took off my clothes when I couldn't take it anymore and did what I've never done in my life before; I pleasured myself. I slept off after being a little bit ok but forgot to cover the bedspread on my body. I slept for not so long when I felt a wet tongue licking my pussy. I had thought it was my husband who had seen me naked and decided to pleasure me so I relaxed and for the very first time I f