Her K9 Lover 3

That night, Lisa's sleep was restless, filled with vivid dreams of Hunt's warm tongue caressing her body. She tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around her legs as she felt phantom licks and nips that left her aching for more. When the first light of dawn pierced through her curtains, she awoke with a gasp, the need to be mounted by her furry lover more intense than ever. She lay there, naked, her body bathed in the soft morning light, her skin sticky with the remnants of her dreams. Her hand drifted down to her sex, her fingers idly circling her clit as she contemplated the day ahead. "Today," she murmured to herself, "today we take it further."

Lisa slid out of bed, her legs shaky with anticipation. She padded over to the bedroom door, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. With trembling hands, she opened the door and called out softly, "Hunt, come here, baby." Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way to the living room, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. She positioned herself in the center of the room, the sunlight casting a warm glow across her bare skin. She lowered herself to her hands and knees, the carpet rough against her palms. Her eyes searched the room, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Hunt emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored hers. She watched as he approached, his muscles rippling beneath his fur, his cock already standing at attention.

Hunt's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her arousal, his tail wagging with excitement. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on the juncture of her thighs. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip glistening with anticipation. He lowered his head, his snout brushing against the soft, wet flesh of her inner thigh. His breath was hot, his nose nudging gently against her pussy, seeking out the source of her desire.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice a needy whine. "Lick me, Hunt. Lick me like the good boy you are." His tongue darted out, a tentative touch that made her gasp. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access. "That's it," she moaned, her hips rocking back slightly to press herself closer to his mouth. "More, please. I need more."

As Hunt's tongue grew bolder, Lisa's breathing grew ragged. He lapped at her with increasing enthusiasm, his rough, wet tongue caressing her folds. She could feel the soft fur around his snout brushing against her inner thighs, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low, guttural moan. "Harder," she begged, her voice barely recognizable. "Make me cum, baby. Make me scream for you."