Being Hubby's Good PUPPY? 🐶

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My fingers slowly slid into his hole, while my mouth wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. I curled my fingers against that sensitive spot, rubbing it faster and faster. In that instant, it was like a current of electricity surging through his body. He started trembling uncontrollably, his legs almost too weak to hold him up, leaving him to moan in a shaky voice: “Don't…” “Don't what?” It turned out he didn’t want me to stop. He just didn’t want fingers anymore. “Not your hand… I want the real thing…” “I want Hubby’s big cock to thrust in… ah… push it inside me…” His breath was ragged, desperate, almost pitiful, like a little puppy in heat who couldn’t help himself. He knelt obediently on the bed, ass raised high in the air. The moment I straightened up and moved close to him, before I even had the chance to thrust, he had already started rocking his hips back and forth, eagerly pushing himself backward. “I’m Hubby’s little puppy.” 🥹 Later, I lay down, and my little puppy climbed on top. His flushed, swollen cock kept slapping against my abdomen with every rough thrust. Each bounce made him sob and shiver, his voice growing more and more broken: “Ugh… it feels so good…” “Mm… ah… I’m leaking…” Finally, he reached his limit. His body tensed up, his breathing completely wrecked. “Ah… save me…” “Shoot… Hubby, shoot inside… ahhh… save me…” In this session, he completely lost control, begging to be filled. From fingers to full entry, from kneeling like a puppy to riding me and taking what he wanted— every second was lewd, cute, and made me want to bully him mercilessly.