"He's not... he doesn't have all these depraved ideas like you do. Don't... don't go too far..."
"Ah..."
With half-hearted protests, Eloise found herself assuming the very position she found most degrading, the posture of a bitch in heat, waiting to be mounted.
And Luis was the randy male dog, already positioned behind her, his hands gripping her hips, the swollen head of his cock parting her slick, drenched labia and pressing accurately against her entrance.
With a powerful thrust of his hips, that familiar, scorching, wet tightness enveloped him once more.
The sensation was so intensely pleasurable that Luis couldn't suppress a low, gratified moan.
"It's too deep..."
Eloise, supporting herself on her hands on the bed, was jarred by the sudden, deep penetration that seemed to strike her very core, a helpless moan escaping her lips.
