I Only Cum When A Dog Watches - Sex Stories

I Only Cum When A Dog Watches

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I picture my tight body held fast and used for pleasure, yearning for his touch no matter how violent. Hot and slippery, I can smell myself and him. When he grabs my sex again, he claps his hand over my mouth afterwards. We whoop in the scent. He strokes my hair, holds my face, and gasps,“You’re beautiful.”

Jack 2 is a smudge of kind light as Ginger kisses my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. He leans closer, but I never find out what he is about to do next because he jerks and screams, the piercing sound welcome. It chokes off as he starts to buck and thrash, his body convulsing as I’m stretched, the pain of it balanced with joy.

Thank you Jack 2, my sweet friend.

Ginger cries out – astonished, triumphant, but tinged with climactic grief. However amazing he feels, he must withdraw soon and the unwanted space between us will reopen.

But he goes on, until I almost feel gallons of pumped cum in a scalding wanton rush.

At this rate he’s going to manage the impossible and make me pregnant.

His hand grips me once more, the pressure somehow perfect. Brutal yet tender, it’s enough to send another blast of hot wet electricity from my core out into his hand, then another, and oh God another –

Demented, he mashes and slaps and punches and I love it love it love it –

For I find I am the bridge of love, and he has crossed me once and for all.