Virgin For HorsesChapter 2
Marylou took the dog by the head and dragged his snout away from her smoldering pussy. Kingfisher had been quite happy to be lapping her pussy and was willing to continue, but he was a dutiful doggy and he sat back on his haunches, wagging his tail and eyeing his mistress expectantly. His tongue hung out from the corner of his jaw, lolling over his fangs. Cunt juice, mixed with dog-slobber, dripped from the red meat. The dog was panting. His cock thrust up under his belly and Marylou noticed...