It pelted the window of her third-floor apartment with a flat, staccato dit dit dit. She stared out the window, trying to keep her mind blank. If she ...idn't, she'd think about what she'd done, who she'd hurt, and how she'd never make up for it in a million years. A clip-clop sound rose over the cold drizzle and she got up and went over to the window. Despite the weather, she slid the window up, breathed in the frigid air and listened to the horse's hooves slap against the street. She loved to. “You look like a cunt, like some fucking cunt,” Nathan said, persisting in the obvious for the shock value. “Hump on my hand cunt,” Nathan commanded. Leila pushed her heels into the floorboard, completely unconcerned with the other obvious fact, she was messing with her best friend’s husband. She smiled at him like an evil Cheshire cat and gyrated her hips, grinding at his invasive and manly hand. She was wet and doing what Nathan expected her to do. He loved her filthy fucking mind and the. Like a real pro he found his target and thrust into me. I squealed as I felt him inside me and looked over at the Labs and began to moan. They were certainly taking it all in. “See how this bitch likes doggy dick” I said “wouldn’t you like to have this bitch too?” They both looked at me. I was hoping the answer was “yes please”.The Rottie disengaged and gave me a couple of licks. I put him back in his pen and returned to the Labs. I stood in front of each of them and pat their heads and each of. I can't believe how I can take such pleasure from his cock, and still take such pleasure from what he is doing to me. He is eating me like there is no tomorrow. His tongue keeps swirling around my clit, and then he takes it, or my pussy lips, into his mouth and practically inhales me into himself. I am getting so wet that his face must be drenched. Damn it, maybe he'll break off for a second and slide up and kiss me, and I can feel for myself how wet his face is. His hands have moved from my.