It seemed as if the hound was never going to stop pouring the fuck-juice into her.

His balls seemed bottomless, his spunk endless. The sweet cum was spraying from his pisshole in a slimy rope, an unbroken cable of creamy fuck-juice that began in his balls and uncoiled with a splash in her pussy.

Old Blue yelped and lost the beat. His heaving haunches faltered and his fuck-thrusts began to drive into in an erratic fashion. He missed a stroke, fed her two quick ones, then missed another. His balls were hanging down now, like empty wineskins, drained into her. Instead of thudding against her upturned ass, they were flopping.

His cock was still rampant and he kept on fucking it into her, but all of his cum-load had been spent. Panting and slobbering, he slowed down.

Michelle continued to fuck her pussy onto his prick, working off the last spasms of her coming, milking out the last pearly drops. When Old Blue ground to a full stop, she jammed her fuckhole down to the hilt of his immobile prick and made her cunt muscles pulse around the load, milking the last nugget of cum from his cockhead and ripping a last sweet tingle from her clit.

She flopped back onto the bunk, arms and legs spread-eagled, as if crucified by her coming. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled with dreamy satisfaction.

The dog slowly pulled his spent cock out of her pussy. Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk just behind the naked knob, sucking on him and holding his cockmeat in her fuck-slot for a last lingering moment.

Then she released him. His slimy red cockhead popped out of her cunt like a cork from a bottle. The dog whined and hopped down from the bed. His prick was bobbing up and down under him, still semi-stiff although his balls had totally collapsed.