But the sound I had heard was neither. I was still running, but unlike in real life, a huge, deadly canine was now chasing me. Anal sex A dog’s bark. A dog’s bark. I prefer blasting my music, running in a straight line and letting my mind wander. “STOP!” I yelled. Unable to resist, I reached for it. Not wasting a second, I pulled down my pants, got on all fours and presented my ass to him. “STOP!” I yelled. “STOP!” I yelled. That was when I realized something. Not wasting a second, I shuffled over to him and, leaning forward, wrapped my lips around the blistering-hot prick. His schlong dove in and out of me with ever increasing speed until I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. So I finished my run and made it home without running into any angry dogs. Instead, it came to life, taking the form of a fantasy.
