When I got to the door he was ready to go.The first thing he wanted, was to head for the grass by the river. After he’d pissed on every bush, rock a...d pole there, he scratched off three times and was ready for his run.The sun was coming up and the air was warm, there was a slight breeze and it felt good to get out and run in ‘our’ park again.We made our way around the jogging path once and came back to the wide grassy slope where the dogs can run and exercise. This is where I take his leash off. Tab ma toungue uski pussy par ghumane lga wo bahut machl rhi thi tab maine apna under wear utara aur 69 position me aa gye.Thodi der me uski pussy wet ho gyi wo bahut jor jor se mere cock ko suck kr rhi thi jab maine kaha now sperm is coming usne apne hath se eshara kea ki muh ke ander hi kr do.Toh fer vo bathroom me ja kr split kr ayi bahut mazaaa ayea thodi der baithe aur fer mood ban gyea tab maine thodi der kiss ki aur uski pussy me cock dal de she was screaming and saying fuck me .Fuck me. It takes a lot of effort to keep myself from mauling the man in my claws or poor daddy on one of his visits. I find myself flirting all the time. I saw an ex I hadn’t seen in years and put on new lipstick for the occasion. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some. It was a rush, something else I had never felt before. Mr. Nash was taking full control and leaving me in the dark as to what was happening and I loved every second of it. The feel of Mr. Nash’s hands on my body made me moan, and then gasp for air as his nails ran over my hard, tender nipple. “Oh fuck,” I let out with a moan, my body beginning to shake with further anticipation. Mr. Nash began to kiss down my stomach. I pulled away slightly because the feeling was to much but soon moved my.