I sat down and watched with wanton eyes as she took off her robe and quickly threw it out the door and onto the floor. I didn’t carry myself as a scary, stalkish type, even though that’s what I did most times; I carried my tail curved across my back (in a Husky-type-fashion), my tongue lolling and a happy, dog smile on my face. Anal sex I was so close to getting a taste but I didn’t think she would enjoy it as much as I would; plus there was that small chance that she would kick me back out into the street if she didn’t like it. I wanted to relish the moment that I stepped foot in her door. It was like a sword that didn’t fit in its sheath anymore, and between the pounding in my dick and the sweet scent coming from her, I was going mad. The jeans were torturous to my wondering tongue and I groaned aloud to show my displeasure. She tasted amazing, I stuck a finger in to feel her tightness and man was she tight.
