With the press of the thick knot against their soaked folds threatening to drive in right from the start, it signaled a quick change in them both. The vixen had given into the heat of the collared pet by letting go of the leash. Gavin was far from letting the feral mind take over no matter how bad his loins ached to just breed. Hand captured the length of leather clasped to the neck band, quickly circling it around a wrist. Drawing that angry red member free of them just for a moment while using that hunger to strengthen his pull. Using his other grasp to turn the blue beauty around so he could see her face. Fingers captured the other wrist, soon looping that too around the leash that had been used to keep him under control until now. Body forcing it up between their thighs so that needy shaft still damp with her juices would find their lower lips once more. After all the teasing and play, it pushed him past the normal gentle nature to a more sensually sadistic side. Driving forward into her hard, tapered tip putting pressure against their cervix as they were taken. Not pulling back right away, grinding as if intending to press that knot in right there and then. Enjoying the view before him of both the expression and her body taking him on. Finally sliding out almost to the last inch before hammering right back inside. There was no pace, no set time for his motions as the uneven rhythm made it hard to tell when the next thrust was coming. The squirms and whining that came from feigning a grind forward being almost as fun as when she took it unexpectedly.

This was just the start, just what else did that birdog have in store? - turn to Page 25
With the struggles and sounds, it was too hard to not give into instinct - turn to Page 62

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