Inside Of Her

“Did Cameron do you like this?” you grunt, pounding Alison Brie’s ass with abandon.

“His dick was bigger,” spits Alison. “You’re more like Marty.”

That riles you and almost puts you off your game. But you pull her upright by the elbows and sink your cock balls deep into her ass, pinning her against the couch. Small thrusts keep her there, her buttocks squished tight against you. With one arm you grab a breast, holding her body against your chest. Then you start nibbling her ear and neck. You know, all romantic-like.

She lets out a little whimper and wiggles her ass. Her head turns and you kiss her from behind. For several magic seconds your bodies writhe as one. Then you flood her intimate cavity with a massive creamy load.

You let her drop forward and her butt releases your cock with an audible pop and thick dribble of semen. You raise your eyes to heaven and whisper “Thank you!”

Suddenly you realize that your cock and balls are receiving a very enthusiastic licking. “Wow she’s kinky!” you think, before looking down. Straight into the eyes of Adolf the Rottweiler.

“Um, Alison…” you whisper nervously, your junk nestled in Adolf’s slavering jaws. “A little help here…”

Alison gets to her feet, a little wobbly. Seeing your predicament, she smiles. “I’d probably let him finish. If you try and pull away, he might snap at it.”

It feels like hours before Adolf is done with your balls, but it’s probably only forty-five minutes. Alison watches for a while, then gets bored and wanders off to shower. But her gardener is watching from the window. He stays for the whole show.