Yet even after a long nap like that she still wasn’t ready to get up. Immediately she felt empty, then was reduced to whimpering quivers as his tongue returned to clean her up. He forced her down until she rested on her elbows and held her there. This dog kept her hips in place and growled in her ear. She found the action incredibly sexy- like she was some small toy that he could manhandle and put her wherever he pleased. It should have disgusted her. You don’t care about that sort of thing. She could feel the rest of the shaft within, pulsing and ready to plunge into a female. Each strike sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She quickly looked away, feeling ashamed for even looking. Her poor clitoris couldn’t take much more. She was left breathless as he took her. The firm muscle of his tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh again, nearly making her arms buckle. You don’t care about that sort of thing. She hissed between her teeth as the knot grew and grew until it felt as though Tank had stuffed a baseball inside her.
