"Hmmm. . . I think I know just how you can make it up to me. . ." Skye remarked, pulling away from the tired male's hands to roll onto her side - right hindleg raising skywards.
With a low chuckle, tail wagging as she showed off those hefty jewels. .
"Kiss 'em. . ."
“ I know , I know , I’m sorry , I’ve just been pretty tired lately . . . How could I make it up for you .ᐣ ”
He said , still caressing her and kissed her cheek .
& She couldn't resist any longer.
Skye's hindlegs bent inwards, 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 her oversized 𝙧��𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 into Marshall's anal canal - groaning as she was met with resistance.
It was a vigorous battle, that girthy slab doing its damndest to 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 inside of his guts.
𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. . . 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.
"Gosh. . . you're just. . . so freaking cute.. it's almost unfair!" Skye chirped, her expression seemingly drunken with lust.
With their exposed members exposed and rubbing against one another, a new base was met.
his eyes has remained
closed all this time.
he WAS a nervous little
pup, after all. this is ALSO
his first time even 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
someone, so he can't be
blamed TOO much for
possibly being caught
up in the moment, after all.
Their orbs smooched against one other, lower half shifting back slightly to begin grazing that tapered tip against Marshall's yearning tailhole.
She could feel it. . . the sporadic tail wagging, the 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 of his virgin, pink pucker.
It made her heart thrum.
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Skye may be a patroller, but that doesn't mean the lil' pupper still doesn't enjoy the essentials!
Skye absolutely 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 going on walks, and seeing what unsuspecting 𝙙𝙤𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 she can lure in. . .
ㅤㅤㅤ
Those 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐢��𝐟𝐬 was akin to a melody to Skye, floppy ears twitching as she listened to Marshall's shaky breathing.
That ain't even mentioning the loss in stability in his hindlegs, something the Cockapoo would take advantage of shortly.
his mind continued to cloud
with thoughts of only the two
of them, Ryder & their friends
almost being completely lost
in his mind thanks to being so
lost in the moment.
she could 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 just how
𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 he was getting
with his sniffs.
". . .You know, this'll be the first time I've done this. . ."
Skye remarked sheepishly while bringing herself atop of Marshall, that oversized dogmeat threatening to take up a majority of the Dally's line of sight.
Tapered tip drooling, veins rushing with blood. . .
She almost felt lightheaded, like their bodies themselves were intertwining.
Low whimpers thrummed through Skye's vocalbox, forelegs pawing at the concrete as her arousal skyrocketed.
Thick, clumpy globs of prejuzz beginning to trickle down her tapered tip. . .
𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣. . .
Ryder?
She's certain that the rest of the team can work perfectly fine without them!
What they were doing was far, far more important... and this opportunity wasn't about to slip through Skye's paws.
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already, a flood of cute
little whimpers escaped
the squeaky voicebox
of the Dalmatian.
this. 𝐰𝐚𝐬 real.
which meant ... that
irreplaceable, unmistakable
scent that wafted to his nose.
had to be that crimson 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭
she was packing sliding out of it's sheathe.
The pup's 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗱, 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗯 began to audibly slap against Skye's underbelly, mixing its strong scent of sweat with the raunchy aromas of trashed belongings.
Their tongues continued their erotic dance of union, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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Her right paw tapped against the concrete, 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙐𝙕𝙕-𝙆𝙀𝙂𝙎 hiking skywards in excitement; petite jacket threatening to tear as that red rocket began to slowly slide out of it's sheathe.
This. . . was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.
This was certainly 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, even if the setting wasn't exactly the most ideal.
Once the duo of pups reached a secluded corner of the alleyway, Skye would bring herself to a halt.
The 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙, 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚-𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝 made Skye mutter lowly.
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The aviation puppy had no problems with getting the mood started, even if they were surrounded by discarded trash & bags.
Skye stepped forward, leaning into Marshall's bubble to slowly interlock their muzzles - tongue slithering into his maw to slither against his.
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