Indie Boy - Serviced By Your Pet

I nipped the skin on his thighs between my teeth, licked the marks, moving higher. I took my top off, leaned down towards him, my skirted bottom in the air, head down, like a cat pawing the ground. I stroke the tight skin across his pelvic bones, licked his stomach, held his thighs firmly and began to kiss the soft mounds beneath his cock. His yearning was palpable, he sighed and squirmed, reaching his hands towards my breasts and squeezing them in his palms.

I run my tongue so slowly from the base to the tip.

I feel him stiffen more. It seems wrong to describe it as beautiful but its so firm and smooth and it tastes so delicious, it fills me and hurts me and pleasures me. I worship at its church, it is my alter and I adore it. I take him in to my mouth. I spit on him and drool on him, running the skin between my palm, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking. We are both so gentle at first, His moans are appreciative, but soon as it builds he wants more. Fingers thread into my scruffy dog hair and he pushes me down. I choke on him and moan and gag. The kohl on my eyes begins to bleed down my face as I suck and play. I gently run him against my teeth, I kiss him and slobber on him. Pushing him to where he wants to go. He holds me buy the neck, guides my head, makes me choke again. Makes me lick, gagging hard. He moans at the pleasure and the idea of the act, and he ejaculates into my mouth.

I feel the hot smooth fluid coat the back of my mouth and I swallow it all.