She dipped a hand into her crotch and rubbed her pussy, then brought it to her lips and lapped up a succulent palmful of blended cum and cuntjuice. She began to change hands, rubbing her cunt with one while she licked the cream from the other, then switching. Her hand went down to her groin all slippery with saliva and came back up slathered with fuckjuice. Her pink tongue slid through the frothy cream and her tastebuds tingled. Oh, how she wished that she had a cock to suck off – or even a cunt, come to that. If her own cuntjuice was so delicious, Karen just knew that she would love to suck some cream out of another girl's juicy fuckhole.

A ripple ran through her crotch. Waves of rising passion coursed across her slim belly and shot like electric current up her trembling thighs.

It was time to come now, her pussy was already starting to melt as she rubbed it. She leaned forward, resting her chin on the edge of the couch. Her fat tits swayed under her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. She arched her slender back, hiking her heart-shaped ass up to the highest point of her kneeling body.

Rover's big head edged around the door.

His black nose flared and twitched, and his amber eyes gleamed at the sight before him. The heart-shaped ass was hiked up, and under those firm asscheeks Karen's pussy was flowing freely. The dog blinked. He had never seen his mistress in that position before – although it was a familiar one, for he had fucked his share of bitches. Always before, when she let him lap her cunt, Karen had sat on the couch or in a chair, her ass perched on the edge and her feet extended, spread wide, to the floor, while his busy head worked away at her cunt from the front. Then, after she had creamed on his tongue, she would kneel beside him, still facing him, and jack him off. Now, seeing Karen posed differently – invitingly and provocatively – the doggy whimpered with a new realization.