"Oh yeah, Marcie. He's something else. I've been letting him do that to me for the past six months now," Kathy gasped.

She had slowed down her finger-fucking, rolling onto her side and watching as her cousin endured the big dog's tongue-fucking.

"Ohhhh…"

It was all so completely natural, not planned at all. The dog rested flat on his belly now, panting hotly through the curly hairs covering her pussy. He kept licking her cunt over and over again, his tongue halving her cunt so wonderfully!

"I can't let this happen… oh God, I…"

"Oh, shut up, Marcie! It's happening, and you're loving it. Admit it!"

"No, no!"

She couldn't bring herself to say that. She just couldn't. Clenching her teeth together, she fought the feelings scorching her veins. Again and again Marcie Edwards tried pushing out the feelings of delight making her pant so heavily. Oh, she wouldn't let herself give in to these feelings. She would fight them, push the dog off and try to regain what self-respect she could salvage.

"Uhhhhh…" It was impossible. The girl shivered with the consuming fever Pardner was giving her. Her hands reached down to her belly, back down to her cunt once more. Pardner slicked his tongue over her fingers, caressing them, moving around and touching her cunt again. "Nooo!"

How that hot pink tongue drove up and down her drooling cunt crack. Her clit burned as if someone had placed a drop of acid on the tip. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck, raising her feet from the bed. She was inching her knees back, back until they were nearly touching her tits.

A fucking position! Yes, she was in a spread-eagle position, widening her thighs for the dog's head.