Feeling a bit queezy in her stomach at the idea of jacking off a dog, Veera almost stopped. But that other part of her brain won out and she continued...��. Veera gripped him a little more firmly, notable to wrap her fingers around himbut sort of gripping the sides of his sheath between her thumb and fingers. She stroked him up and down like that for several minutes, fascinated by the feeling of his gristly shaft slipping smoothly inside the sheath. His haunches began jerking then in the motion. ’ She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing that muscled body, kissing just above each where each button rested. As she spoke, her voice cracked as she made love to each descriptive. ‘That long…thick…filthy…animal thing inside me.’ ‘Inside such a cultured, well-bred young woman,’ he breathed lustily, kissing her neck and biting the flesh his lips had touched, making the nicest little high-pitched sounds come from her. ‘How you disgust me,’ she snarled, ripping at his trousers even as she bit. I was the tallest at five foot seven with Matt trailing at five foot six and we had never managed to bulk up in the masculine fashion. It was at about this time that Matt became fixated on Tela again.She would often visit our flat with some new boyfriend or other and use my room to have him screw her brains out. She was still living at home and my parents both thought that even at 21 years old, she was a virgin. I, and of course Matt, both knew differently and it was this thought that was. Fingers pop your jean buttons and hands pull at the snug denim, tugging them off your thighs to reveal black panties. Dropping to his knees, his hands caress their way back up your inner thighs. Dirty hands smear against your soft skin, his fingertips dancing their way up your legs, caressing you back and forth, feeling your now exposed panties become wetter and wetter with each stroke. God he was good, maybe your absence heightening your feelings, desire coursing through your veins. Kneeling.