Kink: Busty blonde forced to orgasm in a dungeon

Morgan lay there panting, the world in a fog as she felt Mickey approach, he was her good dog and made her feel better, but time for a showe—there were two paws brushing her sides, the furry legs against the side of small breast before sliding down to grip her slim waist. Her eyes widened with fear as she flashbacked to the Big Boobs deer from this morning and felt Mickey’s hard prick grind against her several times before easily sliding into her slick hole. She tensed and braced, but it did not hurt so much. Perhaps it was her orgasm, perhaps it was blonde he licked, or perhaps it was because her cherry had already been popped, but it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. Still, she did not want this and struggled to get away. Without being fully set inside her, she would have gotten away if it weren’t for the sudden teeth on her neck stilling her. Mickey shifted his back paws closer and began to pound into her. He didn’t feel as long as the deer, but that hardly mattered as this was only her second time having sex. She grunted Brunette at the enormity of it, but due to Mickey’s previous ministrations began to feel pleasure. Tom loaded up his ATV, couldn’t believe his luck. Just when he was going to call it quits for food, two amazing bucks trotted into view. An older and somewhat more impressive buck was being harassed by a younger and nearly as impressive buck with some unusual striping. Keeping perfectly still, Tom waited for the bucks to come into range. The younger charged the older again driving him before him before stopping and sniffing. “Perfect, he’s caught the estrus smell” Tom thought with a smile as the younger buck approached a patch of deer hide Tom had scented and threw over a rock, resembling a grazing doe. The estrus though, that was the important part. Tom got off a clean shot Bondage and dropped the unusually striped buck with one arrow straight through the heart. He tried to radio to Morgan, but no response. Thinking nothing of it, he loaded up and headed home. Curious he thought as he arrived and saw her ATV. Perhaps she wasn’t over being sick and went back to sleep. Not wanting to wake his little princess, he quietly snuck inside to get his good skinning knives when he heard a moan from her room. Fearing she might be really sick, we walked down the hallway and stopped, transfixed by the image before him. Bent over her vanity bench, his little princess was getting fucked by the dog! At first, he thought the dog may be taking advantage of her but she was pushing back and moaning. In that instance, the image of his little angel was shattered forever and in the darkness of the hallway, he took out his phone began to record. He was too shocked to feel anything and just watched as she went limp groaning. Morgan tried to throw her once loved dog off her back, tried to push away, tried to get off the bench to escape, but her petite frame was no match for the pent-up sexual energy of a large German Shepherd. Her throat raw, from crying and being sick, every sound came out as a lusty moan. Sure, she was beginning to enjoy it, but she wasn’t a regular dog fucking BDSM whore as she sounded. Groaning, she relaxed and lay into the bench groaning and figured she’d just pray for it to end. She was so wet, Mickey pistoned in and out of her effortlessly, this was nothing like with the deer. Pleasure began to rise and this was feeling she’d never had before, she’d never done any sort of real penetration before today. The pleasure turned to pressure as she felt Mickey’s dick seemingly expand at her entrance. His knot she thought, though she was just along for the ride and tried to widen her legs to lessen the feeling trying to bruise her pussy lips. She accepted she couldn’t escape and just wanted this over. Tom zoomed in on the camera, that little slut was spreading her whore legs! Those long, silky smooth cheerleader legs. “Choose?” I moaned, her finger pulling away. As she came back to life she began sliding up and down. Firstly, BDSM why was Jane being such a bitch about this? His hands slid along Jean's back and around her sides to palm her belly as he slowly began to slide out of her only to drop back in to her depths. “You sure? I started to roll underneath her, unabashed in my need and impatient in my urges. It startled me, but I kept at her. The droplets glittered like Brunette falling stars in the stage lights. “Ah! Up until now, I had always felt like I was doing something wrong and letting go of that guilt felt amazing. Such question were better left to the philosophers while she worried with the here and now. blonde She wore knee-high, white socks that made her look so innocent. “These things are the degraded constructs of dead minds.” Justina said, “They’re not complicated.” Her son's head rested on her bosom; Bondage his eyes shut. ‘Was it big? Her face swelled with anger. Get that tongue in me.” He smiled and said good night. Big Boobs I told her.