The dog didn’t seem to care she was cumming, he licked. “We can pretend I’m blind and Hunter’s my service dog.”
“You think you can get away with that?” Misty queried. A vision of nakedness, Misty leaned on her elbows, her ass lifted to the height he needed. “Oh, I’m Jeff, by the way, and you’ve just met Hunter,” the dog owner said, holding out his hand. “You can’t sleep too, huh?” she asked quietly. He canted his head to one side, watching carefully. Hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attention. He felt her stir under him as he slowly slid his cock along the cleft between the soft orbs of her ass. It’d become routine for him. His coat looked moderately coarse but glossy and blue in colouring.
