Please Daddy, can’t we have sex instead? I won’t try to close my legs like I did last time.î I whine from my hands and knees on the garage floor. Daddy is close behind me, gently pulling on King’s collar to draw him a bit closer to me. The gray, pure bred pit-bull is panting, sniffing around my exposed pussy and ass. I cringe.
That’s it boy, get the scent.î He whispers. I feel King’s cold, wet nose poking into my asshole. I jump, but the leash attached to my collar remains taught in my Daddy’s hand. I whimper and moan softly as King’s tongue begins bathing my pussy lips in saliva, poking into my folds to get more and more of my juice.
No, you won’t close your legs again when Daddy wants your pussy. Daddy addresses me sternly. You’re also not getting out of being bred by King.î He continues. I squeeze my eyes shut as he pulls on King’s collar to help him mount his bitch. I feel his paws wrap around my back, and his hard, wet phallus is thrusting frantically at my entrance. Deftly and with practiced hands, my dad reaches down to help him find the hole. High-pitched moans escape my mouth as he finds my teenage cunt and begins to thrust deep inside. The stretching and the poking at my g-spot were too much for my sensitive body. To my shame, my Daddy watched as King’s doggy cock forced me to cum. And I couldn’t hide how fucking turned on I was.
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