"No!"

The animal pursued her, snapping at her ankles, threatening to bite her. Somehow Linda managed to kick him away, sweep into her room and slam the door before Chad could get in.

"Oh thank God, thank God," she moaned, leaning against the door, her hands still pressing against the wood.

Linda gasped and panted, her face red with passion, her clit throbbing like a burning red jewel while fuck juice dripped down her shivering thighs. She was away from the dog, but how she wanted his touch! How, even now with her body pressed against the locked bedroom door, she wanted the German Shepherd's tongue caressing her hot, drippy slit!

"God help me, it's so wrong, so wrong," she sobbed, jamming her whitened knuckles in her mouth and trying to drive those horrible, delicious feelings from her mind. There was the feeling of Chad's soft, warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, the feeling of his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy while her clit burned with desire.

What was she doing? Oh dear God, what was she doing? Linda heard Chad whimpering and barking outside, heard him stretching against the wood, felt him butting against the door. He wanted in. He wanted to get at her cunt again, to lick her silly. In a second she felt her fingers closing around the brass doorknob, tightening, starting to twist it around. Was she going to open the door, let him in? She was dizzy with confusion, uncertainty. Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip, feeling the awful morality of the situation. Then another rush of hot flashes seared her cunt. Her knees were trembling as she finally twisted the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side. The dog barked happily, rushing in too quickly for her to stop it now.