Sydd~Big Dog
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when he was reduced to babbling, I took a page from Roscoe's book and mounted him….the thrust wasn't rough—just smooth and powerful—powerful and deep enough that when I hit home, he lost it…
His cum jetted up the front of his sweatshirt, splashed his chin and splattered a bit behind his ear….he moaned like he couldn't get enough, and I certainly hadn't gotten mine…. I rode him like Roscoe had his bitch; until he began to pleasure-whine again …. Mmmmmm….that made me whine too…..then just like a bitch—he knew and clamped his sphincter down on my cock just as all that hot cream was geysering into the nipple of the condom…. Then, like a bitch myself, I began to whine as he backed up on me and ground his ass into my crotch….
If I had been in that suite below the penthouse, I would have howled…. Already, as it was, here I was in the middle of the park, two dogs stuck together, in a too short, too tight dress, over my ass, in my stilettos, fucking a complete stranger…. It seemed that some type of decorum was in order….what, I simply couldn't say….
I couldn't just roll off of him…. I was dressed (rather exquisitely—but who on earth could tell now?) and the ground was dirty. I tottered to my feet; pushed my dress back down over my ass and smoothed it….
I searched round for a minute for my bearings and Roscoe…. Presently, he appeared out of nowhere, lead in his mouth, as if nothing had happened—followed by his new lady-friend (you had to like his style)…. She sauntered over to her master—he'd managed to get his sweats back up around his waist by now….
I took Roscoe's lead, gave the bitch's owner a wink and blew him a kiss….
'Will you be walking here, tomorrow?'
'Not likely….He's actually not my dog….'
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Keywords: Dog, Sydd~Big,