“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. “Yeah, it’s just my back. It’s killing me,” I said, pulling at my shoulders. “I can fix that… if ...ou want,” he said. “Yeah. Sure. Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks,” I said. Brandon took a stool from the bar and placed it in the middle of the office floor. He patted the seat with his hand and I got up, sat on the stool, and crossed my legs Indian style on top of it. “Okay,” he said, “just relax.” I took a deep breath in and let it out. “Okay,” I said. The moment. ” “I’m fine. I’m exhausted and sore. My fud is a wreck, but wave upon wave of wonderful sensual sensations are still flowing from it. I’m glad your inner savage came to the fore. He shagged me into seventh heaven, and that’s what I wanted.”“Oh, wow. I’m glad. I’m not surprised that I wrecked your twat. I screwed you for about twenty minutes before shooting my load. My cock is a goner for the present.”“Oh, so it’s my fud’s fault that your dick is sore.”“No, I’m just moaning. You’ve given me. I was trying to avoid disturbing my wife. Lately she'd been a little short tempered and I didn't want to upset her. I was surprised to see that she wasn't there. The bed was still made. The bathroom was dark. I looked at the clock on the night table on Katie's side of the bed. It read 2:10. I hadn't been mistaken about the time. I quickly walked across the house to the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. Katie's car wasn't there. She wasn't home yet. I hurried into the living room and. The dog's muscular haunches bunched up, quivering.Then he fucked the full length of his thundering prick into Veronica's steaming cunt, burying his cock to the balls.Veronica squealed with joy as she experienced her first-ever cuntful of dog-prick. They held steady for a moment, his cock stuffing her pussy to the brim. Then the redhead began to squirm and writhe on the big spike and, the dog, in return, began to fuck her with vigor. Veronica arched energetically, her pussy dancing wildly on his.