Doggy Day Care [6/8]

You gave in, and ordered in pizza about an hour ago. You weren't gonna do any groceries today, and you certainly weren't gonna leave long enough to cook anything. Honestly, you're just thankful that your computer screen can't be seen from the door. What would that delivery guy say, if he'd seen...?

So you lounge back, one foot on the desk, a half-eaten slice of Spicy Vegetarian dangling from one hand, strings of mozzarella swaying like the strands of his cum from the bed frame...

God, the way his hips pound into her...

You swallow idly. The stream is still going; it had several hundred viewers at last count. You stopped checking the chat, too. There was a beauty here, and everyone there seemed to caught up in what other's thought of their opinions to say that, even if they did think it.

So you watch, those swinging balls, the flourishing tail, the way her toes curl and her legs lock around his perfectly toned waist... his elegant crouch, his body wound around hers, his muscled hips slamming into her rear over and over and over as the cheap microphone catches her voice gasping sweet everythings at him...

You don't even notice where your other hand is until it's reached your crotch.