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I watched my husband curiously as he left for work this morning. He spent the entire morning frying up some delicious bacon.
Except it wasn't for us, it was for his dog, Alex.
That was odd in itself, but it's what he put in the middle of the bacon that made me really question his intentions.
It looked to be some kind of pill. I had no idea what it was or what it was for, but I'd soon come to find out…
About an hour after my husband left, I went downstairs to start my morning routine. My kettleball exercises, some yoga, that type of thing.
The first thing I noticed when moving through my yoga poses was that Alex had nosed his way into the room. I don't know how he got in, I swear I locked the door.
I mean, I do naked yoga every morning and even though no one's around, I just feel better knowing no one can barge in and catch me in my birthday suit.
Unfortunately - for me, anyway - I was in my downward dog pose and I guess Alex thought this was some kind of invitation.
I was so focused on my breathing and form, I didn't even notice him until I felt a sudden pressure against my cunt.
"What the..." I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that Alex was behind me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
"Alex, no! Bad boy!" I tried to say, but nothing would come out.
What the hell?
Alex shoved his snout between my folds and started licking and lapping at my pussy.
"No, bad boy!" I tried to shout, but nothing happened.
Alex's rough tongue lapped at my slick, wet, folds, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
"Bad boy, bad boy, BAD BOY!" I cried, but my words came out as nothing more than a strangled whisper.
What the hell was going on?
