She was a bitch, a panting, yowling bitch under Pardner's trained tongue. She writhed her body against the bed, her fists pounding the mattress, the backs of her naked legs flailing wildly against the sheets. Again and again she breathed the dog's name, stretching out her hands, curling her fingers in his warm, fuzzy coat while hunching up into his snout.

"Ohhh…"

All the way. She was going to go all the way! To hell with morality. Moving one hand down, Barbara was about to shove her panties off when she heard a change in Pardner's growling. He suddenly became more savage. And then there was the sound of ripping fabric and the feel of her panties being tugged down off her thighs. More ripping. And finally the panties came off, torn from her body by the large animal!

Barbara cried out in fear as she peered down heavy-lidded and watched Pardner backing away with the shredded pink briefs in his teeth. He tossed his head around, the panties whipping against his furry flesh. Then they flew off the bed, floating down to the floor.

"Oh God!"

He was licking her steadily now, tenderly with that wonderful hot tongue of his. The warm spittle oozed down her splayed thighs while his furry sides tickled her flesh deliciously. It was that tenderness, that gentle, wet brush of his maw that made her close her eyes tight again and squeeze her fingernails hard against her damp palms.

"Ohhhhhh… oh my God, yesss, yes, it's so wonderful!"

The dog's tongue licked higher and higher, stretching up along the insides of her thighs. It was so devastating, so evilly exciting. Barbara felt her world whirling around her madly as she tensed her thigh muscles and began hunching into the dog's mouth. The animal whimpered appreciatively, moving the long tip of his snout from side to side. Barbara caught her breath, feeling her heart almost stop at the touch of the animal's tongue against her clit.