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She was wrong. Friar got her first. The blonde was wearing no bra under her blouse.
She was wrong. Friar got her first. The blonde was wearing no bra under her blouse.
Her big rosy nipples stood up on her chest, attracting the dog's attention like a searchlight from a beacon. His long pink tongue darted out and slid over first one nipple and then the other. "Aaahhhhh!" Before her brain could sort out what was happening, her body was tingling with the delicious stimulus of the slick talented tongue on her swelling nipples. For a moment, Su-Ann kept her eyes shut while she let herself drift with the pleasure darting from her breasts throughout her passion-denied body. At last, her conscience let her hide no more. She opened her eyes and stared, horrorstruck and fascinated, at the big dog's head laboring over her chest. "Friar! What are you doing to meeee!" As she spoke a new wave of excitement shot through her, making her break out in goosebumps, making her loins squirm in wanton anticipation. The blonde felt horribly confused. What was happening to her seemed so depraved. But to her body it was the key to all her pent-up miseries. With every fiber of her being, she yearned for this kind of attention. She wanted it from her husband, but if her husband didn't have time... Immediately her mind rebelled against the concession she was almost making to her roused libido. She tried to push the animal's head away, but, taking it for more of the game, Friar only persisted in his ardent licking. His tongue swirled around the tips of her nipples like a pink snake. It coated each of her breast-mounds with a lewd sheen of saliva. It reached all the way down to her exposed navel, driving a reluctant groan of pleasure from deep in the young wife's throat. The more intense the stimulation, the less eager was Su-Ann to put an end to Friar's exploring. She began to rationalize that just letting the dog lick her titties wasn't any |
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