Bitch in Heat
Lord Koga
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Bitch in Heat
“You’re going to shut the hell up now and be a good little doggy,” Carmon told her lover as she mounted him on the living room floor. Her sultry, airless voice rattling through his mind as she hissed her words like a viper in a matter-of-fact way. Gazing into his light grey eyes, Carmon made no sounds asked no questions or suggestions as to what she knew as to come next, her words were law and her body the enforcer.
“Wait… what are you… what… what are you--?” Allan gasped, barely able to ask the question before a pair of damp red-laced panties was forcefully shoved into his mouth. He could taste the sweet intoxicating spice of her succulent nectar on the fabric, instantly causing the sparks of arousal to burn from deep within his body.
Dragging her claws across his chest Carmon tore his shirt off his body, tearing it to shreds only to push both his hands up over his head, using the frayed remains of his shirt as restraints, binding his writs together. Yet, still, Allan made no movements, made no sounds; gave no resistance. He remained frozen in place, amazed at the sudden change of her demeanor, the sudden switch of her character mesmerizing him; enchanting him as the member between his inner thighs began to grow in firmness and strength, preparing itself for the battle it was soon to ensue.
“Such a good, good boy,” Carmon praised, gliding her hands down the sides of his waist, quick undoing his pants before pulling them and his boxers down around his ankles. Fully exposing the hardened beasts of her desires as it shot up to greet her. “Such a hard… thick boy you are my doggy,” Carmon hissed, remounting his waist, only to allow the underside of his cock to rub ever so gently between the hot wet outer lips of her pussy, submerging his long, thick cock with her natural heated lube.
“Such a good, good doggy, yes you are… yes you are,” Carmon commended with a sensual almost airless voice, only to trace the tip of her tongue down the nape of his neck, leaving a light trail of hot saliva glazing across his flesh as she followed the line of his collarbone down to his nipple. “Mmm… my little doggy taste so good,” Carmon hissed again, gliding one of her hands down between her thighs only to flick the tip of her fingers across Allan’s cockhead, forcing him to moan against the makeshift gag of her laced panties as spikes of intense pleasure rocked through every inch of his body, freezing him in place once more.
“Mmmmm uck” he growled through the muffled gag, feeling his woman gliding down his body, her hard physique brushing across the underside of his cock before feeling the tip pushing up between the soft warm rounds of her breasts causing his entire body to shake to the intense erotic feeling. “Mmmm does my studly doggy like his bitch’s breasts?” Carmon gasped, again pressing her tongue across his flesh, circling the tip across his navel before gliding her lips further down his body, engrossing her lips over his soft pubic hairs before tackling the thick, long hardened shaft that began stabbing her in the throat.