He pulled back slowly, his hairy cock stalk and naked knob sliding down between the cheeks of her ass, towards her crotch.

Karen shuddered with desire. Her hips shot out from side to side. Her weight shifted from one knee to the other, hiking the cheeks of her ass up and down. Her pussy was smoldering and steaming. Cuntjuice gushed out and ran down her thighs and her fuck button throbbed, standing out stiff and taut in the creamy flow.

The dog's tongue had started the job and now the randy woman was desperate to come again – and longing to have her cunt stuffed full of dog cock.

Karen slowly smiled. Fucking hell, she thought. I just got to let this big son of a bitch fuck my ass off! Her last inhibitions and doubts ebbed away, replaced by pure desire. If she felt guilty or ashamed afterwards, she could cross that bridge when she came to it. The bridge that she wanted to cross now was that hairy span between her cunt and Rover's balls!

Rover yelped and whined and humped, missing her cunt again, his prick-knob sliding through her crotch and squeezing out below her hairy cunt mound. Karen stared down past her swinging tits and tense belly, and saw the naked red meat of his cockhead throb in her jet black bush. She thought how wonderful it would be to feel that hot slab pounding away in the very depths of her fuck tunnel.

Her hand slid up from his balls and folded around the root of his cockshaft.

Rover growled in his throat and stopped humping, standing rigid over her haunches, perhaps realizing that manual assistance was about to be offered. His bushy tail slowly switched from side to side.