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My talking Rottweiler Thug has had enough of me telling him what to do, and I am sick of him being a dog who talks back to me. So it was inevitable that one day we would have a big falling out. I about to discover that while we may hate each other, he makes my pussy wet and I make his big dog dick hard.
“Stop sniffing my ass you filthy disgusting dog, get the hell away from me!”
“Don’t tell me what to do you fucking bitch”, he replied, “I don’t see any other male around her, as far as I am concerned I am the man of the house and I do what the fuck I like.”
Yes, my Rottweiler Thug had the power of speech. I should have known something was up when the dog breeder offered him to me at such a cheap price and had that mischievous glint in his eye that said he knew something I didn’t. So now I had to live with a two hundred pound animal who talked back to me.
“Fuck you. That’s not how it works!” I snapped back. “I am the human and you are the fucking dog. My house, my rules. You will obey me you mutt!”
At this Thug took a few steps back, crouched down and bared his fearsome and slobber dripping jaws. There was pure hatred in those eyes as he emanated a dominant growl.
“I’ve had enough of this you stuck up cunt.
They say every dog has his day-and my day is today. Fuck me? No. Fuck you.”
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