Part 1

“How’s my puppy today?” he smiled as he entered the bedroom. Cammy was a pretty, young woman with soft green eyes and dyed-white hair, tips that brushed her skin where her neck met her shoulders. She was a bit of an emo; her hair used to be lilac, and before that it had been black. No matter her hair colour, she had a cute face with slightly rounded cheeks and a fantastic smile. Her breasts were large and juicy, but well-proportioned for her body size. She wore a white dog collar around her neck with a ring at the front. Attached to it was a chain leash, and she laid on her doggy bed with a fluffy white tail trailing away from her anal plug. She did not like wearing ears, but he did not mind that. She was still gorgeous, lively, and eager to please her Master.

At the sound of his voice she stirred, rousing quickly and sitting up on all fours like an obedient dog. She was an obedient dog… though maybe it helped that he was completely naked and getting an erection from the sight of her naked body. She smiled immediately upon seeing his face, her tongue out a little bit before speaking.

“Good, Master.”

“Now now, Cammy,” he furrowed his brow in mild disappointment. He asked the question, but his tone denoted remark, “Pets can’t talk, can they?” For a moment her face mimicked his, and her lips turned up in a frown while she turned her face away in shame. istanbul travesti Her hair did this wonderfully arousing thing, in his opinion, where her emo hairstyle meant that her right eye was curtained by her fringe. It was one of those little things about her that turned him on so much. She whimpered like a scolded mutt, but he smiled sympathetically and pinched her chin lightly to regain her attention.

“Come on now,” his words were comforting. “Show your Master that you’re a good girl and pant for me.” He knew she was playing coy. Her smile returned instantly with little dimples and she stuck her tongue out while huffing. Her tongue hung over her bottom lip and he reached down for a kiss that she reciprocated passionately.

With a click of lips they detached and he grinned. He cradled her face in both hands and his thumbs were playful over her face, rubbing her cheeks while his palms shook and his fingers scratched behind her ears. She whined happily with a high-pitch. Her eyes closed and her smile split from ear to ear while she tapped her paw. He kissed her again, and again… and again, her head rocking in and out to match his hungry tongue. He could never get enough. She bit his lower lip playfully and sucked on his tongue until he crouched down. He was still holding her face and looked into her eyes for an intimate moment. She panted anadolu yakası travestileri patiently with a grin.

His hands dropped to her collar and she tilted her head back so that he had easier access to the leash.

“Good girl,” and she whined again at the praise. He unclipped the hook, let her leash drop to her soft, cushioned, light-brown doggy bed. She came forward on her hands, which were bound by white fabric-tape with her fingers curled over.

“Let’s play, shall we?”

Part 2

“Sit,” he said once he had guided her onto the carpet, near the foot of the bed. Once again she assumed the position of a sitting dog, though technically she was kneeling, and he crouched before getting to his knees and-

He chuckled, “Cammy, stop it,” but he carried on laughing as she licked him and patted his body with her taped paws. With one hand he defended himself from the ferocious beast, while his other hand supported him, swivelling around onto his back and laying down with his head by her knees. He got low and her paws danced over his chest playfully, her tongue still out and her little whines coming like a half-giggles. He grabbed her wrists and held them to his chest, her breasts swinging deliciously above his face. She brushed his nipples. He grinned, his penis bouncing.

“Lips,” istanbul travesti he commanded, and she leaned down to kiss him. His tone was calmer now, and she responded with soft lips that were passionate yet intimate. She pecked his lips as instructed, then lifted her face to hover over his and he commanded her again. “Cheek.” She pecked it delicately and he shivered. “Cheek,” and she knew to kiss the other one. “Good girl. Lips.” She kissed them again and he tongued her a little bit. Her chin scuffed his nose, hers on his chin, and then she lifted her face again and smiled down at him. “Tongue,” he stuck his out, and she sucked on it. Her lips pouted and slid up and down his muscle, a quiet humming coming from her nose. He let go of her wrists and pulled down on her head gently. Her face turned over his, kissing him deeply now while she slowly moved her taped paws to tickle his nipples. She was a good pup.

He grunted into her mouth, their tongues slowly mingling with heavy breaths. She pulled away, their lips clicking, only to bring her face back in for stronger kisses. He pulled harder on her head, never able to get enough, and then his hands came under her chest to grope her breasts. She moaned softly, but did not stop kissing him. She played with his chest, he played with hers, and he decided that this was not enough.

“Nipples,” he commanded.

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