Every thrust from Brutus almost made me fall forwards onto my face yet there was john, always holding me, speaking more firmly and with authority. Milf sex It was rather sticky but son it was starting to melt with my own body heat. It was a well worn work-shirt that smelled of John which was comforting. Being blind I could only imagine what the image looked like, to have both man and beast using me as they wished, thrusting together and skewering me. John was pulling my hair, not hard or painfully but forcefully enough to raise my head back and give Brutus clear access as he thrust into my mouth. It covered my lips, it was on Brutus’ face. The End. We were in the kitchen getting some refreshments and his dog was still in a state of excitement, pushing his nose into my crotch which was making me very obviously hard. but he did not. I would lay in bed at night playing with myself and dreaming of John and what I would want him to do
