My owner sighed. xxx18 And I could smell him. But I did not care. It felt so good, just as it should be, and I pressed against them. I panted, whimpered, was overwhelmed and so close. Smelling him so close to me made me moan again. The last time, I had tasted his blood, I had been injured. Safety, getting fucked, being able to rest. My owner pushed me away. “Still feeling the cold?”
Slowly his words sank into my mind. Dressed in jeans and a windproof jacket, his black hair tussled by the strong wind. “I don’t know”, I finally admitted. The routine was suspended, only he had fucked me, again and again, in both shapes.
