Daisy finding a rhythm to his service, managed to come to her senses for a few moments, looking up at her dog and seeing that once again his cock had slipped forth from its sheath, his red and white engorged member hanging lazily beneath his legs. As she prepared her breakfast and morning coffee, Max paced around the kitchen, trying his best to be patient as she handled her own needs. After turning off the shower, she commanded Max to stay while she grabbed them a pair of towels. The two of them made their way around the series of streets that had become their running circuit, sweat beading on her olive skin while Max barely seemed to tire. Red veins spiderwebbed across its slick surface, her hand could feel them pulse in her hand, filling it with warmth. She thought wickedly, quickly brought back to reality as Max let out a short whine. Daisy shook her head, remembering what she was doing. Max noticed the movement and turned back to investigate.
