Smile. Terror. All motion stops for moment. Horrified look on face. Bound out of treeline. Broke driver’s side window with left hand, broke ‘attac...er’s’ jaw, nose, cheekbone with right. Girl screamed. Half-dressed. Horrified look on face. Saw condom wrapper. Girl in nice dress–not whore dress. Guy in tie. Flowers. Heard boy band in CD player. Prom night. Impulsive. Stupid. Justified it to self later, kids shouldn’t be fucking in park anyway. Left quick. Girl called 911. Never made that mistake. The only difference was her height, and boob size. Jess was petite. Thin, 5' 4" with firm A's But she had a beautiful face with a head of long jet black hair that flowed down the side and back of her head. And her ass. My god , her ass was perfect. She could make the worst pair of pants ever designed look good with an ass like hers. Ever since the first time Jess and I had sex, I wanted to tap her asshole with my cock. Whenever I did her doggy style, I would ask her if I could stick it in her. Part of me told me to be afraid, but the rest of me was simply curious. Curious enough to tiptoe closer to the two wild canines. Curious enough to venture to a daring twenty feet distance before stopping. Curious enough to stay put when they started closing the gap.As they approached, I was able to study them in detail. Their fur was brown-beige and surprisingly clean for animals that spent their entire lives in the forest. They were the size of a medium-sized dog, with pointy ears and a bushy. Juices sparkled on her silky strands. I wanted to lick her. To eat her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted feast on her. Just make her cum on my face. I would love her so much.“Now lie down on the bed,” Clint ordered as he approached, his right hand lightly stroking his cock.She obeyed with a sensuous grace, stretching out her naked body on the bed. The springs creaked as she adjusted herself, her black hair spread out across the bed. She ran her hands up her body to her breasts, squeezing them,.