Page 40 of Doggy Style

She rocks and rolls on me, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her rhythm quickens, and I know she’s close.

I nuzzle my head on her chest and lower my mouth to her nipple. I take the pierced one into my mouth, and she moans. She tosses her head back, and I clamp my hands down on her hips, guiding her movement, bringing her closer to the edge and then forcing her back down again.

“Make me feel good,” she screams.

I grind her down on my cock again and suck on her tits until she lets out a long cry. Her pussy clamps and releases around my cock and I allow myself to let go, exploding in ecstasy.

I stop for a moment and look into her eyes. “I’m crazy about you.”

“Me, too. That was . . . that was amazing.”

I kiss her forehead. She climbs off my lap and runs off to the bathroom. I head to the other bathroom to clean up.

I start making plans for the rest of the day. What would she enjoy? I want to spoil her. Well, a luau is out. No pig roasted in the ground for Yessi. A romantic dinner on the beach? A moonlit swim in the ocean? A live concert at a local bar?

I reach for my phone to research our options, and I see three missed calls.

I check the voicemail.

Preston Evans, this is Deb Ramos at the Huntington Beach animal shelter. A dog microchipped to you was just dumped in the night drop. Do you want to surrender her to the shelter?