Sam leaned forward, sniffed the woman's tit for a second or two, then snaked out his tongue and tasted the big tit mound. His wide tongue slithered over the tit's meaty surface.

"Eeeeee!" squealed Becky, and she swayed back and forth on her knees. "Ooooooh!"

Jolts of electricity raced through the blonde's tit as Sam licked it again and again. His tongue lashed out in all directions, slapping the tit hard and knocking it up and down and from side to side.

"Aagh!" she cried, licking her lips blissfully. She cupped the tit higher and encouraged the dog to lick more of it.

The beast's tongue crawled over the round meaty surface, massaging the soft tingling flesh. He stretched the tit outwards, then flattened it. He licked it in circles until the tit jiggled like gelatin.

Each slap of Sam's tongue jarred her senses. It was as if someone were pressing live wires against her tender tit meat. She cried out repeatedly, all the time swinging her head back and forth in a dreamy state of mind.

Soon her tit was dripping with dog spit. Her nightie was soaked. With trembling hands, Becky Thomas lowered the other strap and presented the animal with her other aching tit.

The dog licked that tit just as roughly, just as sloppily, just as passionately. His sandpaper-like tongue tortured her tit meat mercilessly. She trembled all over as wave after wave of jolting bliss raced through her tits and up into her brain.

The dog's head moved from one tit to the other. Sam licked them both up and down and from side to side. He made them both swell up and harden. He even caused both nips to turn red and start to throb.

Sally looked on in awe, absentmindedly rubbing her own big tits through her halter. She would never have guessed that Sam was a tit freak.