At the LD dog show, there seemed to be more men there than women
. You hand them the camera…telling them to watch whats on it.
. Busy as I was with her I was still aware of how wonderful it felt to feel her ass against my groin, my right arm against her huge breasts, my left arm across her flat belly as I pined her arms to her sides, an image of her heel imbedded in my foot flashed through my mind and as I quickly spread my feet I felt her thigh rise and smashed down with enough force to break off her heel, with her struggles and not being able to breath her energy was soon spent, I felt her relaxed. I awoke for my host lust level was very high, I saw who had triggered his lust, I became aware of his fantasy, he wanted her but would do nothing about it, his way was too slow so I took her despite the struggle she put up, there was no hot passionate kisses, no caresses to excite us, no soft words of sweetness in praise of her beauty and splendid figure, it was lust in the raw essence, I am not my host, I am not the romantic
At the LD dog show, there seemed to be more men there than women
. You hand them the camera…telling them to watch whats on it.
. Busy as I was with her I was still aware of how wonderful it felt to feel her ass against my groin, my right arm against her huge breasts, my left arm across her flat belly as I pined her arms to her sides, an image of her heel imbedded in my foot flashed through my mind and as I quickly spread my feet I felt her thigh rise and smashed down with enough force to break off her heel, with her struggles and not being able to breath her energy was soon spent, I felt her relaxed. I awoke for my host lust level was very high, I saw who had triggered his lust, I became aware of his fantasy, he wanted her but would do nothing about it, his way was too slow so I took her despite the struggle she put up, there was no hot passionate kisses, no caresses to excite us, no soft words of sweetness in praise of her beauty and splendid figure, it was lust in the raw essence, I am not my host, I am not the romantic
At the LD dog show, there seemed to be more men there than women
. You hand them the camera…telling them to watch whats on it.
. Busy as I was with her I was still aware of how wonderful it felt to feel her ass against my groin, my right arm against her huge breasts, my left arm across her flat belly as I pined her arms to her sides, an image of her heel imbedded in my foot flashed through my mind and as I quickly spread my feet I felt her thigh rise and smashed down with enough force to break off her heel, with her struggles and not being able to breath her energy was soon spent, I felt her relaxed. I awoke for my host lust level was very high, I saw who had triggered his lust, I became aware of his fantasy, he wanted her but would do nothing about it, his way was too slow so I took her despite the struggle she put up, there was no hot passionate kisses, no caresses to excite us, no soft words of sweetness in praise of her beauty and splendid figure, it was lust in the raw essence, I am not my host, I am not the romantic