The smell of steam and scented soaps mixed with that of wet dog. It would split her open and it might destroy her for any other man. She peeled off her tight T shirt. The smell of steam and scented soaps mixed with that of wet dog. It was much easier to get in her and to rut around. Tammy froze. Tammy leaped forward as Lucky was pulling back. She knew that if she flattened her hips to the ground that Lucky would have to do more to get in her. After a little while the pain began to subside. Tammy got undressed and stepped into the shower. The lapping tongue tasted her juices and the tail began to wag. They also tasted better with all of the water flowing over them. A whiskey tumbler and a lonely piece of ice was on the nightstand. Tammy was a virgin, but she wasn’t nearly as tight as Angela had been on their first time. Perhaps this would be a good pussy to fuck.
