I found my rhythm and was so engaged that I had barely noticed that there was a sound that matched my tongue lashing…Brutus was eagerly rasping his tongue against the front of John’s crotch in time to the rhythm I had set, turning the faded blue denim dark with his saliva. What was about to happen I had absolutely no clue but whatever it was, I wanted it. Milf sex A note left for me told me to wait a few hours as he had to pick up some things for the day’s adventure. It was searing, that first thrust, and nothing could have ever prepared me for that entrance. and asked if I would come home to his place which wasn’t far. But more than the unease was an overwhelming, almost obsessive need to know, to experience, to debase myself fully and hold nothing back. He refused. It was different, charged with mutual sexual desire to please our master. There is no other sensation quite like being tied and a dog pulsating his seed into a forbidden hole.
