“Oh yeah, fuck me good, fuck me good. Good boy.”The dog was bucking at 200mph, hammering into her hot wet snatch. Noprisoners. His tongue was hang...ng out to one side. Dumb fuck. The a****lcock slipping and sliding around inside her cunt, rubbing up against her.Hot.She suddenly realized exactly what it was she was doing – it dawned on herthat she really was doing this, not daydreaming or fantasizing, but actuallyfucking a dog for real. Oh my God. And loving it. Oh yeah.She squealed, grabbing the. She asked, “Do you think Shirley would mind if I programmed a few recipes into the robochef?”Despite teasing Stephanie about her mother hearing them, sometime during his shower, he’d forgotten all about Natalie. Seeing her brought back her need for a new bond. Natalie must have had similar thoughts because her eyes traced his torso with apparent approval. The intensity of her stare was strong enough to intimidate, and he lifted his shirt to put it on.“Hold on,” Natalie commanded. She twirled. Or maybe I didn't want to know. He slid the side of the knife gently down my curves after a short pause at my bra. He left that on but he soon got to my panties."Looky here, Fellas," the thug said, "We got our selves a real little slut. She's wearing a garter belt and stockings." He cut my panties off. I closed my eyes, knowing I was about to be found out. The thug grabbed my crotch, then quickly snatched his hand away as if burned. He hissed and stepped back."Fellas, it looks like we got. Grace feels herself engulfed by the rushing flood of juices. She closes her eyes and lets the torrent wash over her. She suddenly realizes that it is she that is at the girl’s mercy, and not the other way around.Stunned, Grace falls backward onto her ass on the ground of the parking area as Echo releases her head from her powerful young legs. The woman’s face is soaked. Liquid drips down from her face. The front of her shirt is clinging wetly to her breasts. Then Echo seems to falls forward.