Drugged By The Dog To Carry His Puppies

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Jez Bestiality , Amber FoxxFire

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Drugged By The Dog To Carry His Puppies

di

Jez Bestiality , Amber FoxxFire

Amber FoxxFire

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I don't know how he did it - and maybe I'll never know. But somehow, my German Shepherd, Duke, spiked my drink. Yeah, that's right, he deliberately drugged me. Not sure how, but I do know that the moment I drank that wine, I knew something was off. I should've listened to my gut. I should've put it down after the first taste. But I didn't. Maybe I was already a bit tipsy and didn't care.

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I don't know how he did it - and maybe I'll never know. But somehow, my German Shepherd, Duke, spiked my drink. Yeah, that's right, he deliberately drugged me. Not sure how, but I do know that the moment I drank that wine, I knew something was off. I should've listened to my gut. I should've put it down after the first taste. But I didn't. Maybe I was already a bit tipsy and didn't care.

Whatever the reason, I now must live with the consequences. Let me explain.

Once I'd downed about half the glass, I noticed Duke staring at me inquisitively, his head cocked to the side. He was watching me. Measuring me. But why?

"What's up, boy?" I asked and patted the couch beside me. He instantly jumped up and nuzzled my ear.

"Stop it, boy, that tickles!" I giggled, but he didn't stop. Duke was a very well-trained dog. When I told him to do something, he always obeyed.

But not this time.

This time he snaked his tongue down in my mouth, causing me to gag. I tried to push him away, but something inside me told me not to. I froze. Why would I have such a thought? He was my dog, I should be able to tell him what to do.

I tried to push his thick tongue out of my mouth, but the voice in my head grew louder and more insistent. I should let him do whatever he wants.

The more I fought against his will, the weaker my own became until I grew so weak that I was putty in his paws.

Kissing a dog wasn't the worst thing in the world, was it? He was very aggressive, snaking his tongue deep down in my throat and ordering me to suck on it. It was thick, awkward and full of spit. I heaved a sigh of relief when he finally pulled it out.

Thinking it was over, I went back to my wine. But Duke wanted more.

A lot more.

Like a bad dog, Duke literally climbed up on my head and shoved his large, red rocket right in my face. It would've been comical, but when I tried to move him away, he growled and I felt a gentle nudge in my mind to suck it.

"Suck your filthy cock? No! What's gotten in to you, boy?" This was absurd. I wasn't going to be forced to —

Funny, I found myself lowering my head and placing my scalding lips on his turgid shaft.

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eng

Anno

2019

Isbn

9788832566505

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