The dog seemed to pick up my scent from my crotch because all of the sudden, the dog came back to me and stuck its snout right up into my running shor...ts. I lurched and said- NO! Bad Dog!. But the dog was persistent and began licking up my thighs, smelling where my husband's cum was mixing with my juices. I started to thrash and try to get away, which was another mistake. The dog tried to clamp me down and I began to fight in earnest. All that did was the dog managed to get a grip on my. I smacked her big ass and told her to pull apart her ass cheeks so I could take her doggystyle and stretch her cunt out deep and wide enough to take all my BBC . She obliged me with no hesitation whatsoever. My whore's cunt was now extremely wett , so half of my 11 inch BBC thrusted inside her hungry cunt , as we both grunted in approval at how easily my manhood entered her "love tunnel." Helene asked my permission to lift her head up so she could look over her shoulder at me , as I made her. Even that slight movement sent a rush of desire through her belly. She closed her eyes and slid her hand up the inside of her right thigh. John turned his head and watched. A smile broke slowly across his face. The skirt – short and diaphanous – slid upward and he saw the naked skin between the top of her stocking and the top of her leg. It was her right leg and the tattoo of the Chinese characters for available whore showed clearly. You may masturbate for three minutes, we are almost there,. Even despite the situation, Ariel looked like a goddess. Classically draped in a crystal embellished, bronze, iridescent fabric, Eric could see every angle of her show stopping curves. Her seriously long, dark legs were in plain sight. Eric experienced a flashback of her wrapping those legs around him, breathlessly saying his name over and over again. Without warning, Eric charged forward. Ariel aimed, purposefully angling the gun downwards. It clicked as her ex-man made contact with her soft.