hands dragging along the surface of the ground whimpering.
feeding that hungry mutt her essence as her body betrayed her!
Nudging , wiggling , struggling against his face.
continuously leaking womanly fluids and further leaning forward. amon's strong grasp didnt allow her any reprieve.
it took a mere moments before she was on her hands and knees. his tongue work was just that good afterall.
the first audible moan came out.
+
his arms came down, wrapping downwards to rest in durandal's inner thighs, gently prying them open to prevent the mare from closing her legs.
the canine's tongue went from grazing her folds to gently gliding across them in long, smooth strokes from top to bottom. (+)
Durandal stifled a moan by biting into her lower lip.
even if she wanted to kick now it was a bit too late. that tongue stunted her long enough to almost weaken to nothing.
and by that , that means she was slowly starting to hunch over feeling wobbly in the legs.
+
amon eventually pulled the mare around, arms tight around her hips as his face greeted her rear.
the mutt's maw slipped between the valley of her ass, his lips connecting to her slit.
his tongue slowly grazing against them, cautiously gliding his tongue against her clit (+)
!!!
the mare didnt expect him to tear right through! just how much of an urge did the mutt have?? now those doughy cheeks and puffy pussy lips were out for the taking..
a grip placed onto her head as she wriggled around embarrassed.
+
the mutt's hands finally move, swiping apart in unison to catch the mare's tight body suit, cleaving it from her fat ass instantly. the fabric tearing apart to expose the mare's raw pussy.
amon's head rested on her hip, looking down at the exposed mounds of flesh that (+)
Duranadal was none the wiser. all she saw was a doting dog. Even if her ass was nearly bubbling out between his arms.
a hand reaching down to pet him softly. damn he might be cute enough to get away with anything with how he melted her heart.
+
amon possessively wrapped his arms around durandal's lower waist, one arm tight around her upper ass while the other around her lower ass-
the mutt wanted the mare to himself- though she should be warned that canines aren't as... reasonable as stallions. y'know, being (+)
durandel's tail was swishing about feeling that sharp sting after the rough gripping. the fabric was..actually holding up well. all the while bubbly flesh could be squished.
its almost like it was stretchy enough to not rip from ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ !. . . she was quite flustered.
amon slowly grabs at the mare's ass, aggressively pulling her cheeks apart before letting go, followed by a few hard strikes to her ass-
the mare's ass is very... erm... appealing.