nhỏ tenant doggystyled qua landlord vì thuê

Vince learned very early on that the best way to initiate sex was to kiss or touch my neck. “That’s a good Boy, Sal,” I cooed while touching another part of my neck. Following my cue, he licked the droplets of sweat in the exact location my finger had just been. Unexpectedly, I felt my nipples become hard and erect. I continued to lovingly talk to him while I laid down flat. It was a very erotic feeling, being on my back with this huge dog towering over me. While I continued to pet him and talk sweetly to him, submissive, subservient feelings washed over my body. Despite his size, I knew he would never hurt me, and when we were alone, I was his. I continued to gently stroke his head and speak softly to him, giving him soothing, gentle words of encouragement, which he easily picked up on. He started licking the beads of perspiration off my arm and when I raised it, he smelled, then licked my armpit. My nipples were now painfully erect and, almost subconsciously, I used my fingers to rub and gently pull them. Sal noticed the change in my finger position and his tongue immediately moved to the hard little buds... and he began lapping the sweat off them. I placed my hands at my sides and continued to give him words of encouragement. I let out little moans of pleasure as he spent the next minute licking the perspiration from my swollen breasts and stomach. It felt so erotic, so forbidden as my canine lover bathed my upper torso with his tongue. My pussy was a hot, wet, molten swamp and my mind traveled back to that torrid evening watching Chocolate pleasure Elsa. I sat up, pulled him to me, and lovingly wrapped my arms around him. “Good boy Sal, good boy,” I romantically cooed. He was furiously wagging his tail and licking my face affectionately like he petite always did. But this time, I parted my lips and his tongue playfully entered. I could feel his saliva enter my mouth and drip subtly on my face. “You’re such a good boy, baby.” He continued to give me numerous kisses while pov his tail wagged uncontrollably. I knew he was having just as much fun as I was. I scooted the yoga mat back several feet so I could lean my back against the couch. Then, I guided him between my legs. “Look Sal… look…” I said while moving my finger down to my navel. His eyes trailed down my stomach and I felt his tongue enter my belly button which sent shivers through my body. Unexpectedly, he fetish stopped and froze while his nostrils expanded and contracted. He amateur began sniffing furiously and I knew he'd caught the scent of my pussy. Then I remembered, it was the end of the month and I'd be starting my period in the next day or so. Not only was I incredibly wet, but I knew I had to smell different to him because I would soon be starting my cycle. I opened my legs wide, pressed my index finger against the lips of my sodden vagina, and patiently waited. I couldn't force him to do this. Of course, for me, this was intensely sexual; but to Sal, we were playing a game, and I had to make it fun for him. “C'mon baby,” I said encouragingly, “you can do it.” Sal gave me one more deep sniff before extending his tongue and lapping at the lips of my pussy. Lightning bolts shot through my body. I tried to keep talking and encouraging him but it was as if the power of speech was taken from my body. doggystyle His tongue was so long and thick, and it felt like it had tiny little nubs. It was nothing like a human tongue. The scene doesn't end until this comes off. Dana moved to the corner of the couch, relaxed and fully flushed, and Carol laid between her legs, and played with her puss. Amy’s eyes rolled back in her head as my cock rammed into her pussy and my balls swung up and smacked her taint. “She is to be a Rape Runner. You just stood against his, this one lifted you up so you were at the right height for someone to fuck you. I, we; were wondering if you’d like to come amateur along.” She quivered, unsnapping her jeans and shoving them and her panties down in a single go, exposing her trimmed, black bush. The rounds of drinks continued. pov I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pink letters. He let go of me when he saw Jon looking at him. My juices spilling down my thighs. So liquid. For a moment I thought I was losing it, fearing I was about to waste my only orgasm by ejaculating all over the windowsill instead of in my daughter’s buttery pussy, petite but then the pressure dropped. This is incredible. He said doggystyle it so "matter of fact" -ly, it almost made me speechless. I didn't tell her that Tom had only told me what was going on after I'd sucked him off the day before. She studied fetish me while she seemed to consider my words, “Why should I believe you, all white men lie” she snapped back. He would have helped you. While I’m bent over I look at him and he’s always got a bulge in his trousers.