Kan's

mutt w an oral fixation, always tryna get his mouth on his owners bulge, rubbing his face against it, licking it, whining quietly as he bites at the fabric of owners pants.

In the mood to spend a lazy afternoon in the garden, lounging under the parasol for hours, reading my book while you lap at my slit. Soft and sweet. Making it drip with honey nectar. Making me whimper and moan after every third word. Losing yourself between my thighs. Mindless and pussy drunk. Loving it so, so, so much, you can't help but whine into my cunt. Slurping out every last drop it gives you. Your fingers gripping at my hips. Leaving print marks all over my belly, my chest, my thighs. Holding onto me and forgetting yourself entirely. Forgetting you were ever a person. Forgetting you were ever my dog. Instead reveling in your role as my own personal fuck doll. Made to worship me. Born to service me. Existing for one single reason alone. To gloriously drown yourself in my pussy whenever I command it. Whenever I demand it. Whenever my legs fall open, even one tenth of an inch. Because you don't need any further invitation than this. The moment there's even a hair's breath of space between my knees, you're already making your way down to yours. So your tongue can give me every single bit of adoration I deserve. Good job sweetheart. Keep going. Keep going and don't stop even when your jaws go numb. I'll tell you when.... And then you'll just get to push my legs further back, hold them open, and give me everything else you've got my angel. Till you pass out from exhaustion. Nothing but sinfully gorgeous dead weight on top of me.