Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Hunter’s claws clicked on the hardwood floor as he approached her from his doggy bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. Sex vedio Jeff promised himself he’d be dropping off one a lot bigger before he’d suffer watching another movie on such a small screen. but I feared I might resent him. “Come on in,” Misty invited. She pretended not to notice the approving looks he got in the lobby when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner thighs. I still carried Turbo’s leash and collar in my purse. With his hot seed pumping into her waiting vagina, he growled with pleasure, feeling his cum flooding her. “He isn’t aptly named, though. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he’d ever experienced before. His master had filled her a few minutes before, and now Hunter was intent in flooding this bitch with his seed. At that point, all that was left of my beloved companion was a little grave in my back yard, the tombstone, which I’d made myself, marking that spot, and his collar and leash in my purse.” She wiped away a tiny tear, thinking about that moment. Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that night.
