I stifled a cry and closed my eyes as I once again allowed this brutal animal access. I started crying again, holding my eyes and sobbing as the dog emotionlessly kept violating the most sacred part of my body. I bid my son farewell and headed to my beautiful spacious bedroom. Clear, yellowish liquid squirted out from between my wet lips and sputtered onto the grass. After a few moments of getting use to a slight breeze hitting my exposed and stretched holes, I was able to manage to defecate in the grass. The tall grass tickled my hanging lips and rectum. I felt him enter me, swiveling his invasive tongue in and out, in and out, lapping up my womanly juices, coveting what was not his. “Baby…you have to listen to me…this dog raped me last night for two hours!”
Matt just stared, trying to take in everything he just saw.
