In moments, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my running shoes, then pushed my jeans and panties down my legs. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-conscious feeling as if he were a person who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don’t think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock asian grew from the sheath another inch or so. Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my limited experience, his tongue first went to my cunt amateur and ass, licking me several times. It felt wonderful, the tongue gliding over my wet cunt lips. It took a dog to give attention to my cunt with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never consider. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to give me cock after all these years. I reached back with a hand to push his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him mount me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last time indian and slipped a hand between my legs and with a little assist from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moans of satisfaction as the cock quickly began thrusting, the frantic fucking that, again, took my breath away. Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was plant my knees and hands into the ground and hold myself steady against his onslaught. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to gain better footing and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and firm position for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady flow of low, guttural moans, gasps, and groans. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my mouth, the grunts and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his cock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brush protection, I had no awareness of it and, at the moment, I could have cared less. It was as if all the frustration and need from the years of being ignored was being pushed out of my body with each frantic, frenetic thrust. Each time his hands accidentally touched my pussy it got wetter and wetter. "One, I'm admiring this beautiful cock of yours." “I don’t know,” Chili said. “Sandra (Sandi) Fowler I am sorry that we have had to meet under indian these conditions." I sigh and look out the window, wondering what the amateur day brings. Come in...” I'm going to cum hard from your girl-cock fucking into me. Ooh, I love this, Becky!” Jon had me wear asian my long wrap-around skirt and short baggy crop top. She was wearing only a towel. “Please don’t.” I whispered to Ryan; but I just knew that he would. He had a young girl, in her early twenties, leashed and collared and kneeling before him.