Jenny got dressed and went to the office.

She had just entered her office when a convertible pulled up at the traffic lights below. Jenny had gone to the window to open it. She happened to glance down.

At first, Jenny could not believe what she saw. She was looking down into the open automobile from above, and the perspective confused her. It seemed as if the sexy girl in the car was changing gears, but the car was not moving, and the gear lever seemed to be rising up from the passenger seat. There was a dog there, as well. It added to her confusion. But then Jenny's eyes shot the picture to her mind and she gave a gasp.

The girl was stroking the dog's cock!

Two tumultuous emotions welled up in Jenny at the same time. She was astonished by what she saw, but she was also filled with vicarious lust. Already hot and horny to begin with, the weird sight heightened her agonized need for cock. She leaned on the windowsill, staring, her jaw hanging open in shock and her eyes gone big and round. She saw the sexy young lady lift her dress up with her free hand. Her thighs were sleek and shapely. Her other hand pumped rhythmically up and down on the dog's prick. She was looking sideways at him, watching what she was doing, and there was a smile on her face. The dog's tongue was lolling out and his stout haunches were braced on the seat, quivering.

Suddenly the beast's cock shot a wad of thick cum from his prickhead.

The sticky jism splattered on the girl's bare legs.

Jenny's pussy seemed to erupt volcanically, untouched, going off of its own accord, so that thick juice was running down her own thighs as heavily as the canine cum was pouring over the girl in the car.

Jenny cupped a hand over her crotch, as if to contain her flooding desire.