My Master was calling. The dog turned his head, perhaps curious why I’d stopped moving and gave my flushed face a lick while I held his cock by the root. After a few minutes he moved to straddle me, while I remained on my side, he knelt above me and he was able to drive his cock fully inside me then with long slow strokes while I looked up at him. “Bad girl.”
I giggled and he moved then, pressing the tip of his tongue between his lips the way he did when concentrating on something. My protector, my mate. Master would cum soon, I knew him well enough by that time and I could sense his onrushing orgasm. I was feeding on him, drinking his seed and spilling quite a lot of it as dogs always seem to have so much when they loose their orgasm. I was slowed down and I felt like I was terribly fat, swollen all over with my pregnancy, and I still had a couple more months to go. I’d eaten too many of those once and had myself a good tummy-ache for two days afterward.
