It was either too large to enter, or I wasn’t relaxed enough, but Hector needed to seed me, so he did
. I accepted the fact the first time I was coerced, and a lot of the time under the influence of illegal substances, but the questions turned like worms in my brain, would I do it again? if I did would I enjoy it?
Two decades later, and now an upstanding member of society, would I do it again out of my own free will? Give myself to a dog? Stick my ass high in the air like a slut, and beg him to mount me, and use me, and pound me with his angry red dog cock?
As the questions swirled in my head, one quick check between my legs provided the resounding answer that I couldn’t get myself to verbalize. If there were any doubts left in my brain, there were certainly none in my body, as I felt myself get wetter and wetter, the more my hand massaged that heavenly dog cock
. . "
I responded with, "It was the things she was saying that did it
It was either too large to enter, or I wasn’t relaxed enough, but Hector needed to seed me, so he did
. I accepted the fact the first time I was coerced, and a lot of the time under the influence of illegal substances, but the questions turned like worms in my brain, would I do it again? if I did would I enjoy it?
Two decades later, and now an upstanding member of society, would I do it again out of my own free will? Give myself to a dog? Stick my ass high in the air like a slut, and beg him to mount me, and use me, and pound me with his angry red dog cock?
As the questions swirled in my head, one quick check between my legs provided the resounding answer that I couldn’t get myself to verbalize. If there were any doubts left in my brain, there were certainly none in my body, as I felt myself get wetter and wetter, the more my hand massaged that heavenly dog cock
. . "
I responded with, "It was the things she was saying that did it
It was either too large to enter, or I wasn’t relaxed enough, but Hector needed to seed me, so he did
. I accepted the fact the first time I was coerced, and a lot of the time under the influence of illegal substances, but the questions turned like worms in my brain, would I do it again? if I did would I enjoy it?
Two decades later, and now an upstanding member of society, would I do it again out of my own free will? Give myself to a dog? Stick my ass high in the air like a slut, and beg him to mount me, and use me, and pound me with his angry red dog cock?
As the questions swirled in my head, one quick check between my legs provided the resounding answer that I couldn’t get myself to verbalize. If there were any doubts left in my brain, there were certainly none in my body, as I felt myself get wetter and wetter, the more my hand massaged that heavenly dog cock
. . "
I responded with, "It was the things she was saying that did it
Denmark 1970 / 71