Good God! He'd sensed her erotic heat!
What else? It had to be that, and his singeing, long thick tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her flushed, wet cuntal crevice!
Karen raised up slowly… straightening, only because she couldn't spend the day in that position! She held the bone in her hand as she turned to gaze down at her animal-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail.
"You loveable devil! I was right! That's why your name is Satyr… because you are!" she tremulously whispered, all the sensations she had managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly spiraling with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine curves. "You… you are Don Juan returned… a licentious male lover in a dog's body… but so help me, more handsome than any of them! Wh-What has Aunt Janie been teaching you, anyway, Satyr darling?"
The massive German shepherd whimpered, but the sensually intoxicated bride wasn't sure why… whether for the bone she held, or the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs! She shivered outright as she took the first step toward the washroom as if satanically driven. Inside, she held the bone high in a mind-spinning, teasing gesture, so that he would see and follow, lascivious things she had never before even conceived of permeating her brain!