Then the dog began to fuck her.

He drew out until only his prickknob remained in her pussy, then fucked back in, tentatively.

Melanie gurgled with joy.

The Dalmatian grunted, thrusting again, faster this time. His tongue lolled out. He was drooling into her writhing ass. His paws tightened their grip around her haunches, dragging her hips backwards to meet his powerful fuck-lunges.

Whimpering, the brute began to really fuck the prick into her cunt with gusto. His back arched and bucked and his haunches corkscrewed as he fucked his cockmeat into the depths of her pussy, whipped it out and slammed the whole big fucker up her cunt again and again.

Melanie met his fuck-thrusts with counter-pointal action.

As he plowed into her, she pushed her crotch back to meet him. And as he drew out, she twisted her hips so that her cunt was screwing around on his retreating fuck rod like a soft nut onto a hard bolt. Her ass danced under his chest. She dipped down, arching so that the length of his prick was running directly over her clit as it sped into her fuck hole. Thick ribbons of frothy cunt juice poured out of her pussy, running down her thighs, and dripping onto the carpet.

The Dalmatian was fucking as fast as he could now.

His black-and-white haunches were a spotted blur as he fucked the meat in furiously. Melanie was almost at the peak. She tried to hold her orgasm back. She wanted the dog to come at the same time that she did, for she loved to feel a dog's jism spurt into her cunt as she climaxed.

Reaching back between her legs, she got a handful of balls, squeezing gently to see how full they were, how ready to shoot. The bloated ball sac felt like an over-inflated balloon. Melanie's face contorted with lust as she realized that the Dalmatian was almost at the peak and that she was soon going to get a cunt full of dog-cum. She squeezed again, as if to pump the spunk out of his balls.