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My name is Marla and I am a dog cum addict. The AA this is not. This is a group for those addicted to an altogether different kind of liquor. But things are about to get out of hand when I tell my story...
“My name is Marla and I am a dog cum addict.” There, I had said it. I took some deep breaths as the others in the circle clapped and told me how brave I was. Finally I had gotten it off my chest and been able to admit it. I was a filthy fucker of canines. I loved doggy dick. I just could not get enough of that nasty bestial spunk stored in those big animal balls of theirs.
But bestiality was disgusting, I could not live out the rest of my life with this foul addiction and so I had sought help. After much research I had found this group that met in secret every Friday night in a dark cellar underneath a bar. Presumably the owner of the bar thought that this was just another AA meeting, and had no knowledge that it was an altogether different liquor that everyone in here was addicted to.
There were men in the group, but it was majority women-ladies who liked it doggy style in the truly literal sense of the term. The person who ran this group was a woman named Helen.
“I want to thank you for sharing Marla”, said Helen. “You’ve finally taken the most important and the most difficult step of all-the first one. Now tell us Marla, tell us how your addiction to dog cum started.”
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