Chapter Twenty Nine
Irene screamed as the dog leapt across the room toward her. Brutus drove his nose straight up between her legs, sniffed her crotch and tried to force his eel-ish tongue inside.
“Make him stop,” Irene trembled as the dog took liberties with her s*x.
Scirocco laughed. “Relax. He won’t hurt you unless you try to fight him off. Some women like it.”
Irene screamed, polarized with fear when Brutus jumped up, a paw either side of her thighs. The set of sharpened fangs were awfully close to her throat. Brutus stuck his blunt nose between her breasts, arched his back and Irene felt the p***s on her bare leg. It was hard and wet.
“Make him stop,” she cried again as the dog started humping.
Scirocco laughed. “He likes you, Irene. Have a little compassion. Help the poor anima
