His eyes were chocolate brown and promised intelligence. As she put the milk back she whispered, “This is our secret, boy!”
Part 2
Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 months. “Oh, I’m Jeff, by the way, and you’ve just met Hunter,” the dog owner said, holding out his hand. I tried to get him to do a couple of other things – pull a wagon, and fetch sticks I threw. “Hunter, sit!” his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting. I remember I was musing over various breeds and their relative traits.” She almost punched the pillow next to her head. She’d gripped him and began to pump his cock. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the hour before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a king, ready. Jeff loved the way she’d sink to her knees when she discovered some place they couldn’t be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.
