I’d felt pleasure before, or something like it, but not by design. Indian sex He wasn’t a man though, I reminded myself, just a dog. I didn’t know what to expect. I unzipped my blue skirt, stepping out of it and folding it carefully so I could wear it again on Monday. The dog wasn’t afraid of me, he wasn’t intimidated, and I got the impression that he was just kind of observing me, you know? My clitoris had grown stiff as well and I could see it swollen and pink as the wrinkled hood gave way. He was going to fuck me and I had to let him or he’d hurt me. I frowned and turned around to face him. I had a small place, no doubt about it. I rolled my hips and worked my ass to feel his cock touching every part of me inside and I knew he was cumming as well.
