She dashed around him and ran for the gate. “If you deny them too long things will get nasty.” He laughed. She was hiding as well as she could behind the toilet stool. June was fifteen with long raven hair like her mother. Molly got no more that two steps away before the dog caught her in a split second and knocked her flat. Please no!” She uselessly begged the dog. June sobbed in terror as she wiggled her ass trying to avoid the in evadable. The Mastiff’s thick cock reached her cervix in a few seconds. Their mother Beth was thirty six years old stunning young matron. The shocking horror of dog’s intent was obvious. She dashed around him and ran for the gate. His forelegs tightly griped her waist. Any resemblance to real people and places is coincidental. “Oh god!” she wailed. “Eeeeee!” Molly shrieked. Whimpering she dropped her head to her crossed arms in the grass in shame. The dogs proved to be very friendly indeed. His thrusts still clumsily missed this time too.
