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I'd always been fascinated by all things dog. So, when I was out on my own and turned 18, I went out and adopted a sweet boy. A German Shepherd who was just the absolute perfect little angel. I'd wanted one since forever.
Now I had him. I named him Max and trained him and loved him and all that good stuff.
But, like I said, I'd always been...curious. How would it feel to touch a dog down there? To kiss a dog? To...gasp...fuck one?
It took about a year before I really started acting on my curiosity. In the meanwhile, I'd gotten myself hitched. He was a nice man named Robert. We dated a while and then, a month later, we eloped and were married.
Things were going fine until one day I decided that - instead of a man's cock inside me - I wanted to "play" with the doggy.
I waited until Robert was out of the house and grabbed the jar of peanut butter. Max was nuts for the stuff, but I never fed him peanut butter unless he was "on the job" or doing something extra good.
Today was that day.
I was so excited to have sex with my dog! I got the peanut butter all over my bare little pussy. My slit looked nice and inviting and juicy with all that peanut butter smeared all over it. I knew Max would go crazy!
Max's doggy dick came out like a hot knife through butter. He immediately lunged forward and began licking away at my honey pot. His rough, wet, eager tongue felt amazing as it scraped all over my little pink slit.
"Oh, Maxie, that feels so good," I moaned as I pet his head, running my fingers through his soft fur.
He was relentless, his tongue working overtime to get every last bit of peanut butter off my cunt.
"Fuck, Max, you're gonna make me cum," I gasped as my body began to tremble and shake.
The sensation was overwhelming, and before I knew it, I was cumming hard, my pussy convulsing and spasming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
