I let a dog fuck me. Free Porn “Yeah, sure, that should be fine.” He thanked me profusely, said I was a lifesaver and so on. What did I have to say for myself? He was turning me in. But I wanted it, and I almost wanted it to hurt. Looking over, I saw that his cock was out about four or five inches now – nothing compared to when I’d last seen it in all it’s fat red glory. I chewed my cheek for a second. I tired to back away but he was like a homing missile. Still facing the wall, I lifted my dress up just barely, by an inch or two. Monty had long since given up his old friendly greeting and remained, dejected and confused, in his doggy bed in the living room. Well, no one was that blunt, but I got a lot of “are you feeling okay?” Meanwhile my brain chanted, one week, one week, one week. I laughed and turned my head away.
