The Licks Go Higher

**** to avoid further tickling from the dog, Miranda lifted her sensitive drool-covered feet back up behind her to her plump ass and hopefully out of the dog's reach. This seemed to work momentarily as the dog goes quiet.

But then she felt the mutt stand itself up against the house and begin licking her thighs, tickling her in a very different and much more inappropriate way. She instinctively closed her legs together to keep the persistent dog away from her inner thighs and crotch, but soon realized this was a mistake.

The dog growled, and attempted to nip at Miranda's thighs, but instead grabbed hold of the bottom of her jean shorts in his mouth. He tugged at them violently, shaking his head and trying to pull them down her legs like this was a game of tug of war.

All manner of dirty and inappropriate thoughts began to flood through the milf's mind. Would the shorts stay in place? Does she even want them to?

What would happen next if they didn't? Would the dog's owner come along and take advantage? Would the dog?

As she considered all this, and her mind fought with her body on wanting it to happen or not, she also realized in order to stop it, she needed to either get through the window she was stuck in and into her house, or back out of it out into the yard.

Was her vest somehow snagged on the window sill or otherwise stopping her from climbing all the way in? She decided she had to take it off to give her the best chance at freedom.

The dog continued to tug and pull at Miranda's jean shorts as she quickly unzipped her vest. Ignoring the mutt entirely, she struggled this way and that, trying to get out of the sleeveless garment. A few sweat inducing moments later and she was successful.

Her vest ended up on the floor of her living room, leaving her upper half in just her white tube top. It was then that she realized the vest wasn't the reason she was stuck in her window. Otherwise, it'd still be stuck with her.