Idk why dog fucking has been haunting me recently.
Imagine you’re in a robe, lying on your bed with your legs dangling off.
You’re doomscrolling or something before taking a shower.
You just got back from an unfulfilling hook up, and your pussy’s still kinda wet.
You hear the dog pad into the room, but you decide to ignore him.
Then, the wind is knocked out of you as the dog has put most of his body weight on you, his front paws on the bed and his drooling face inches from yours.
Your robe rides up as the dog humps the mattress until you feel something hard, hit, and wet poke at your pussy.
You struggle, trying to push the dog away, but he enters you.
Fuck, you wanted to be filled, but by a dog? By a literal animal?
You continue trying to push him away, using feet and hands.
He continues to rut inside you with an unrelenting, enthusiastic pace.
The wet sounds are and the shifting of the mattress, and the panting—both the dog and yours—it’s all so loud.
God, you’re so wet now. Wetter than you’ve been all night.
At some point, your legs wrap around furry hips. You can feel his tail wagging.
Your hands grip at the sheets, and you turn your head to the side. As if turning away will erase what’s happening.
As if you will ever be able to forget the wild thrusting of a beast inside you.
You cum screaming around the dog’s cock. You shake and gasp and cry through the aftershocks.
You will be used and knotted until the dog is satisfied. Until you’re wrung out and dripping seed onto the sheets.
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