Masturbate

The mutt's mounting had left you at the peak, one orgasm spent on his throbbing cock, but surely not the last if your libido has anything to say about it. Not a minute with this hot load of spunk soaking into your costume, and you're kneading your paws into your tummy with relish.

Like an animal in heat, you begin panting, hips writhing in motions not dissimilar to those of the pair beside you - watching her ride that dog's bone and lean progressively deeper into the primal act. Your fingers slip down along your waist to push the slimy mess about, reaching for your sensitive slit behind the section of leotard that feels more fluid than fabric by now. The hump of your clit is even prominently felt under your probing paw, which elicits a mewling gasp upon reaching its destination.

The blonde's howls of pleasure pick up in intensity, hands shaking as they clutch her skirt in bunches at the waist, allowing you a glimpse of the action beneath. The man-mutt is holding onto her thighs as she bounces up and down, paws possessive in their grip.

You give a long, meowing moan as your rubbing gets faster and faster, the friction from earlier coming back to keep your needy pussy burning. When you reach an instinctive rhythm of tight, spasming waves curling you into a little ball of purring bliss, the man-mutt growls and howls at his peak. You see the blonde ride through the moment with satiated groans of her own, back arching with her tongue hanging out to drool like a dog.

You shove both paws down to play with your pussy through the lingering tide of heat. As you draw out every drop of pleasure, warm, fuzzy thoughts overwhelm your mind, and you drift into soft slumber on the purple carpet, where the other two fall spent nearby. In the panting, purring afterglow, the night fades away...

When you awaken, it's in your own bed, the sense that you've dreamt it all heavy in your head. But in the fuzzy morning heat, you catch the faint sound of a jingling bell...