No Bro It's Not Sexual Bro I'm Just Humping You Playfully To Assert Dominance Im Totally Not Trying To

Tiger stripes

puppy that wont stop talking human words so i put a bone in his mouth and start touching his puppy parts. then once i take the bone out he'll be too stupid to talk back anymore, and i can put the bone in his dog cunt instead.

if you speak to me like i’m a stupid dog i will get so hard my vision will blur just saying

that's fucking it. bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark

Me, stopping mid bouncing on it: hey you see me as a boy right? Like you think I’m a real boy? Do you think I’m a boy? I need to know if you see me as a boy-

Apologetic cnc. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" as he forces another inch into you, feeling too good for him to stop.

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.

sorry for curling up at your feet and whimpering like an injured dog that wasn't very mysterious of me

put a collar on me so when you're fucking into me the bell jingles. move me how you want it when I give you head/eat you out so the bell jingles. Make me squirm so it jingles.

Condition me to get soaked when the bell jingles. Make me associate that little noise with pleasure

You could call me good puppy once and I’d bend over for you I swear