With a low grumbling sound he sat down, leaned against the bars. “You like that, hm?” I smiled, let my hand run through his fur. “And I don't ev...n know your name.” I looked around at all the dogs. Each one of them had fucked me at one point of my time here. But I didn't know our owners name either.The Irish Wolfhound was clearly enjoying the attention. I sat down, leaned against the bars as well and continued to pet him. Now, both of us sitting, he was taller than me, sniffed at my face. I felt. She was spitting all over my big cock until it dripped down to my balls. I remember hearing her say how much she loved being naked and letting everyone watch her suck daddy's big dick. I couldn't believe how good it felt. She had my cock halfway down her throat and both hands stroking it, jerking me hard. I took one hand off the wheel and started fingering her pussy and asshole at the same time. She took her mouth off my cock just long enough to let out a scream, and then went straight back to. Her body was shutting down, trying to go into shock so as to sustain her body and mind, after all, pain to someone whom had never felt anything remotely painful was just that much more painful. My spanking hand went from place to place, from her wet oozing creamy slit and pussy to her bare juicy ass cheeks, obsessed with turning them from tan to red, wondering if I could. I swung with such strength that I even hurt my own hand but her pain was intoxicating to me, so intoxicating that I didn’t. Eventually, my mom released my head from her passionate embrace. I rose up to see her body gleaming moistly in the dim illumination. Her chest rose and fell with her panting as her head lolled back and forth on her pillow. Are you okay, mom? Oh, yes! she gasped and held her hands out to invited my embrace. Im really just fine! It took her about fifteen minutes to get herself together while we cuddled together. We kissed, and I knew that she could taste herself in my mouth. Then, slowly.