Slowly I started to rub my nipples. Mature porn I had preferred other books and films. My hands turned into fists, I buried the fingers deep in the cushion. Yawning I got up, stretched myself and made my way to the small kitchen. But somehow I did not think he hurt me on purpose. He opened a door to our right, held it open for me. I finished my coffee quickly, set the mug aside. The towels were soft and fluffy. In the mornings about nine he would come and get me. I had preferred other books and films. Maybe. I moved my hips tentatively, the dog followed. The only furniture was plenty of big bean bags an dog beds. The dog’s breath was warm in my crotch. The routine was broken. Eventually he found the entrance to my wet cunt, buried himself inside me. But the good feeling passed too soon, left a stale, empty feeling. There was a picture of a dog on the package.
