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I don't know how or why it happened. I was home alone while my husband was at work. I'd just gotten out of the shower and had yet to dress when I'd dropped my contact on the floor.
The next thing I knew, Buddy, my big black and tan German Shepherd came up behind me and started sniffing around places he shouldn't be.
"What's wrong, boy? Looking for a treat, huh?"
"Arf!" He barked excitedly and wagged his tail.
I started to get up, but the next thing I knew, his rough, wet, sandpaper tongue was lapping at my pussy, causing me to gasp in shock.
"Buddy, no!" I swatted him away, but he persisted.
I tried pushing him away, but he was stronger than I was and kept pressing himself against me.
He really wedged his schnoz deep inside my folds and started licking away. Oh god, what was I supposed to do?
I tried getting away, but he wasn't having it.
I couldn't believe what was happening! My dog, Buddy, was eating me out! And he was enjoying it, no less.
He kept licking and licking and licking, and I couldn't stop him. It was like a force of nature. Like a tornado or a tidal wave. It was unstoppable and irresistible.
Finally, I gave up and let him continue, hoping he'd eventually get tired and stop.
As Buddy's rough, sandpaper tongue lapped at my clit, I couldn't help but moan in delight.
