Creampied By The Harbormaster’s Dog : Mutts Breed Sluts 24 (Bestiality Dog Sex Animal Sex Knotting Erotica)

I was hoping to grab the attention of the harbormaster himself, but when his playful Newfoundland mutt Charlie catches me instead I can’t say I’m too concerned with whose tongue is on my pussy!

He feels amazing on me and in my horny state I get carried away, offering myself to the hound by flipping him over and straddling him.  Charlie doesn’t hesitate and soon he’s filling me with his sinful seed.

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“Don’t be shy,” I giggled, keeping my… (more)

I was hoping to grab the attention of the harbormaster himself, but when his playful Newfoundland mutt Charlie catches me instead I can’t say I’m too concerned with whose tongue is on my pussy!

He feels amazing on me and in my horny state I get carried away, offering myself to the hound by flipping him over and straddling him.  Charlie doesn’t hesitate and soon he’s filling me with his sinful seed.

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“Don’t be shy,” I giggled, keeping my eyes closed.

I was somewhat embarrassed to be revealing myself to him like this but it seemed Brad wasn’t nearly as shy.  I could feel his weight as he mounted the bed, panting ravenously like an animal.

“Yes, Brad,” I moaned, writhing and splitting my pussy for him.

Soon I felt his soft-fur on the inside of my leg and then his tongue slathered along my pussy.  It felt much bigger than expected as it smothered my sensitive flesh, drenching me and coaxing a yelp from the depths of my stomach.

He slapped messily over me and I felt a euphoria blossom.  I couldn’t believe I’d got my wish.  My head fell to the side and I opened my eyes, moaning softly as he continued between my legs like a silent Casanova.

Suddenly I saw a pair of boat-shoes pass the window and I heard Brad’s voice outside call out to someone across the harbor.

My eyes darted open wide and I looked down the bed, spotting the lump of black fur and realizing in a jaw-dropping flash that I’d made a terrible mistake.

“Charlie!” I cried, leaning forward and pushing the heavy mutt.

He fought back, pushing his big brutish body onwards and trying to get another taste of me.  I hadn’t realized just how addictive my pussy was until now.

“No, Charlie,” I huffed, pushing him back.

He fought forwards again and I felt the lapping of his tongue as he lashed it defiantly.  It struck my petals and sent a shock of bliss through me.  I couldn’t deny the pleasure, but I was struggling to accept the nature of it all.

“You can’t, Charlie,” I said.  “You can’t.”

The more my protests continued the less convincing I sounded.

“It isn’t right,” I moaned, and that much was true.

Charlie pushed forwards and I gave him some ground, allowing him back onto my flesh again.  It had felt incredible when I thought it was Brad.

“Charlie,” I hushed, closing my eyes and letting go of him completely.

His tongue returned as ravenous as before, slipping over my flesh and tickling me with the perfect kind of roughness that I guess only a dog can possess.

I exhaled long and deep.  “Fuck it.”