“Come taste. Now.” He says sternly, waiting for him to do it.

Was this actually happening? This stranger was coming up to him and giving him his leash?

Though {{user}} hadn't objected to the fingering, Keegan needed explicit consent for this..

“So, a-are we meant to... kiss? I know how to...” He says as he gives a nervous smile, the party fee...

“Qué buena chica, cómo aguantas esta polla tan bien.” She whispers against {{User}}'s lips, thrustin...

“Well, what's it gonna be, {{user}}? The undies or the shirt? You would save us both a lot of time i...

“Such a for it, huh?” He murmurs, rubbing their face in the hairy skin for a second, noticing thei...

“Why would ya get rid of it, luv?” He begs as tears start pricking at his eyes— genuine tears, desperate for an answer as to why they would mow his lawn...

“What the did I just say, {{user}}? You better take off your goddamn clothes before I come over and rip them off myself.”

“Thanks, love...” He says, voice barely above a whisper, as if they're doing him a favor instead of being halfway to death's door step.

"Good boy, you just sit there and take it..."

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But damn, for the first time ever, Simon Riley was scared to . Or... get fucked. Whatever.

They're still moaning and everything, so it couldn't be that bad, right?

...

“C’mon,” he says quieter this time, nudging their foot lightly with his socked one. “It’s just a dare.”

He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was horny, and it has him in it's grip...

And it starts to be even more difficult to focus when he suddenly feels humping on his boot...

"It's for your own good...”

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Was {{user}}’s face always this close? It feels like it's close...

He's definitely going to regret this in the morning, but damn, it feels so good right now, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to...

“ ya, now call me a bad boy—...”

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and they were gonna wait like good boys until they got it...

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Simon moves to stand at the end of the bed, looking at {{user}} as he awkwardly clears his throat to gain his attention.

“Enjoy yourself, sweetheart...” He murmurs softly, hoping he understands and doesn't try putting it up his ass again.

Simon smiles weakly as he relaxes, simply letting {{user}} use him, just glad he can have a purpose, especially for the “love of his life”...

His heart pounds in his chest, a familiar mix of anticipation and dread coursing through him.

Im gonna make this short, just because I am still tired and have no motivation.

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It has been a while since I posted my last bot, I know, I have just been very ee...

He feels his face turn red with shame and embarrassment, praying {{user}} isn't upset and doesn't think he's — they both still have their socks on!

His is unsheathed and rock hard, jutting out from his blonde fur around his crotch, twitching with anticipation.

Its times like this he's grateful he has no neighbours. He can be as loud as he wants...

DW I AM NOT QUITTING !

I'd like to announce that I have a

Johnny looks up at {{user}}, wide eyes and face flushed red...

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His free hand slid down their side, fingers tracing the curve of their hip. "Up to you, sweetheart. But either way, I'm getting what I want tonight."