Pictures of her husband towering over her, of him holding his dick, of him shoving it down her throat while his hairy groin slapped against her face.

"Oh fuck, fuck…"

Could she go that far? Could she roll over on her hands and knees and offer the Airedale her burning pussy! Her pussy was running with hot juice, out of control. But doing that, doing something like that was out of the question. It might be fine for some whores in Tijuana to offer their cunt to animals for rowdy customers to jack off over. But no, not her, that was going too far!

"Ughhhhhhhhh!"

But if only she could somehow increase the friction, increase the sensation of hotness against her clit! For that Janet knew she needed a cock and she wasn't about to let herself sink that low.

The woman was sobbing. Her panties were pulled into a tangled, twisted rope between her asscheeks. The dog was all over her at once, wetting her in all places. He nipped her shivering flesh again and again. Janet was rolling her head from side to side, strands of her hair clinging to her hot, dampened cheeks.

"It can't be… can't be!"

Her knees snapped up, hitting the sides of the big Airedale, then sagged down. Her tendons and muscles tensed as her ass danced over the carpeted floor. Close, so close! She was going to cum in the animal's mouth. She could feel that tightness, that chilly heat growing worse and worse between her legs. How that dog ate her, how he knew when to touch her clit, when to back away.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

Janet was sucking in air through her nostrils, making wheezing sounds while she curled her fingers into fists and beat the floor. It was happening. It was happening! She felt the muscles in her cunt cramp. Crying out loudly, Janet kicked her feet high, fanning her toes out until they cramped too. Bodego rushed his licking friction, whimpering while trying to hunch his hard knobby boner against Janet's thighs.