Heather whimpered, her back forced into a more severe downward arch. I reached up underneath my skirt with both hands, hooking my thumbs into the elastic band of my ripped thong panties. Xxx no, wait, probably that direction, I was mostly sure. a MAGIC drink!” I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unsteady finger to gently poke the end of her nose. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine inches of fleshy canine cock standing at rigid attention. Heather found me at the table, looking sad and confused. Girl and canine panted desperately for breath, their heaving chests matching cadence as they seemed to bond into a single being. The German Shepherd tightened the grip of his front paws around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches.
