Furry Friends 1

"Hey boy," she murmured, her voice thick with affection as she petted the furry head of her loyal German Shepherd, Max. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?" She is a lovely 38 year old single lady.

The evening air was warm, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers and a hint of the BBQ from her neighbor's house. She felt the gentle tug of arousal as Max's wet tongue swiped across her skin, a stark contrast to the dry summer heat. His eyes, dark and eager, searched hers for approval.

Her hand slid down his muzzle to the warm, dampness of his tongue. She watched as it danced around her fingertips, leaving a trail of saliva. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of his tongue on more sensitive parts of her body. Slowly, she guided his snout down to her inner thigh, her breath hitching as he took in her scent.

The fabric of her shorts grew wet from his enthusiastic licks. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin as he grew more ...