He was a male, a strong fertile male, a leader and all my body ached for. He fucked me, deep, slow, intense. Sex videos “Still feeling the cold?”
Slowly his words sank into my mind. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes”, I nearly panted. A morning fuck with one of his dogs, an evening fuck with him, sometimes a dog before that. “Thought so.”
“Sorry”, I murmured, looked down. “I don’t know”, I finally admitted. He laughed, a soft little laugh, and stepped closer. A whimper of pain escaped me. I didn’t feel the cold. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes”, I nearly panted. “So, what are we going to do now?” He reached out, touched my stiff nipple. It felt so good, just as it should be, and I pressed against them. He sighed again. “Bend over, legs apart.”
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. ‘No, I won’t cry’, I told myself. Dogs, wet grass, decaying leaves, petrichor… “Both holes?”, he whispered in my ear, while he played one finger over my asshole. ‘No, I won’t cry’, I told myself. Moaning, I closed my eyes. And again, and again. One of the dogs nudged my leg with his cold, wet nose and I looked down, scratched him behind the ears.
