needy dog

a sweet puppy, desperate and overwhelmed. on his back, knees over my shoulders. maybe he was so excited to see me that he neglected his own needs in the moment, only for them to return with more force than before.

my mouth on his tdick, tongue lapping through his slick with groans that reverberate down to his hole. when he tries to squirm away, feet pressing at my back, i only double down. unknowingly move my hands, one to his hip and the other over his stomach, pressing down to keep him still.

his puppycunt seizes up against my mouth, hips jerking away, thighs clamping on either side of my head out of reflex. begging in hazy, pleading words for me to get off for a second, to let him get up and go, he’s going to make a mess. barely even coherent, trying to sit up and push me back, but the articulation only puts more pressure on his abdomen.

my arms would move, both hooking underneath his thighs, hands splayed over the tops. i’d pull him close enough that my mouth was buried against him, a seal of sorts; rubbing my nose down into his tdick, keeping his hips angled just right. tongue still working unabashedly. the second he’d cum he’d lose any possession of control over anything.