It was like it had a mind of its own and it wasn’t telling me what it was thinking. He looked up at me, gave me a kind of doggy smile, then hobbled away, his bloated member still swinging and swaying. My stiffie was now in front of his snout and my head was in front of his again-bloated doggy-dick. Finally, I licked a third time, this time not pulling back but continuing to lick him just like he was continuously licking me. I’d never been touched quite like that before and it felt oh so naughty. “Go on with the show,” it looked like he was telling me. It was close to the perfect day. A drop of my juice glistened from its pee-hole. He looked up at me, gave me a kind of doggy smile, then hobbled away, his bloated member still swinging and swaying.
