Guy Eats Dog Pussy Novels & Stories

The dirty dog! I should have kept my mouth shut, because Fleshy Lips instantly approached me. “Aww, don’t worry, sweetheart. You are way prettier than your momma. Bet your pussy is still nice and tight, too. Why don’t we find out?” He grinned over his shoulder at the tall guy. “You in, Pat?” Tall guy threw his cigarette down and sauntered towards me with a calculating look in his eyes. “Sure. Why not?” He turned around and spoke to the younger man, “Hey Paulo, you want to see what pussy looks like?”

But I was still moaning like someone completely possessed, my hands were roaming wildly over my body, it was squeezing my breasts, slapping my ass, while pulling my own hair. “Fuck… I love your massive cock because it is making my ass hole feel good and I love how you are using the cucumber in my pussy too, this is so good… I can’t survive without being filled… harder… destroy both my holes!” I cried out, pushing back against both the real cock in my ass and the cucumber in my pussy. The doggy position is the best now because it is make me enjoy all my holes get filled up and I love it this way.

Each strike of his hot cock brought me closer to that edge but each thrust failed to find its mark and penetrate me and just as I could feel myself about to finally cum, the dog thrusted his molten dick into my now exploding pussy. AHHHH. THERE IS A DOG’S COCK IN MY PUSSY! Dominic’s dog’s cock thrusted into me with reckless abandon and with each thrusts, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I didn’t think I could be filthier but the fact that I was letting a dog use my cunt was enough realization that I could be even filthier than a fucking dog. My body shook and I whimpered through the gag as my head fell back and I saw bright white lights as wave after wave of pure plea

His voice was different. Quieter. Less composed. She stepped inside carefully. “You asked me to confirm dinner arrangements for tonight.” He was standing near the window this time, not seated. His jacket was off again. His sleeves rolled. That detail—small, insignificant—felt far more noticeable than it should have. “Did I?” he asked, distracted. “Yes.” A pause. Then he exhaled softly, as if returning to himself. “Right. Yes.” He turned toward her. And for a second—

Daniel's shirt clung wetly to his body, collar gaping open, two conspicuous scratch marks trailing down in a way that left little to the imagination. The photo screamed intimacy—like they wanted the world to know exactly what they'd been up to. "The three of them made love together?" Gina gasped, slapped a hand over her mouth, and retched. I felt sick too. But beasts weren't human. They had no shame. When they wanted something, they just did it—no hesitation, no guilt. Then Gina's phone rang. "I told you to reflect at home. You'll contact me when you know what you did wrong. Looks like your best friend has completely corrupted you! How dare you lie to the Elders and try to end things with me