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My twin sister nodded in agreement. Heather had been grinding herself against a bunch of her pretty girlfriends on the nightclub dance floor, and I had been dancing with my supposed dream guy. It big was no surprise that both of our panties might be a bit moist and wafting forth an alluring female perfume to the canine senses. Well, ok, maybe the term “sweltering swamp” might be a better de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could peel off our sticky little panties, tit fuck and offer them as a distraction to the pack of dogs, we could probably make our escape from the alley. I reached up underneath my skirt with both hands, hooking my thumbs into the elastic band of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my tiny underwear downward, feeling the sticky crotch peel itself wetly from my glistening pussy lips. The two dogs tugging at my skirt relented in their efforts, peeking underneath the hem to watch with keen interest as syrupy strands of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal mound and the retreating crotch of my panties. The Pit Bull licked his lips, gazing at me with a predatory look. I bent over to pull my panties lower, twitching in surprise as the cold, wet snout of the German Shepherd prodded its way into the exposed crack of my ass. I could feel his tits hot breath wash across the tight little pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defense. My panties dropped, tangling up around my ankles, almost tripping me. Regaining my balance and kicking off my remaining shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my sticky underwear free in the process. “Come on guys! Here you go!” I teased, waving my torn pink panties in the air. The scent of wet cunt was unmistakable, steaming from the cottony crotch and hanging heavy in the still air of the alley. The Pit Bull and the German Shepherd pranced around me, eager for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment several feet away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad dash in pursuit. He snagged the sticky morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the ground to eagerly press his muzzle into the soaked panty crotch. The German Shepherd whined with envy as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a warning which halted the Shepherd’s advance. Heather also started to strip off her panties. The Husky and the Doberman both nuzzled their snouts up under the hem of her skirt to look into the matter personally. Two sets of canine jaws latched onto the elastic waistband, pulling downward. Heather’s amateur panties were quickly yanked to her knees as she fought to maintain her balance. I could see the small crotch of her purple lace panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two doggies braced their front paws, clenching their jaws onto the elastic band and pulling fiercely in opposite directions. The Doberman thrashed his head back and forth and there was a tearing sound. The waistband snapped, followed by the thong string. The Husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the lion’s share of the prize, coming away with most of the tattered waistband and the gooey-wet crotch. The Doberman looked disappointed with his consolation prize of a small section of waistband and the rear thong of the panty. The Husky chewed victoriously on the tasty patch of panty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor. “Run!” Heather urged, launching into a sprint towards freedom. I was hard on her heels and we ran like the wind -- assuming the wind was dressed in short mini skirts, masturbation missing its panties, and was half stoned out of its mind on roofies. I made it about five feet before a pair of dark furry paws slid over my shoulders and the full weight of the pursuing German Shepherd sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a grunt, scuffing one knee and knocking myself short of breath. Larry thought maybe he was asking her to cool it. After only a minute of that, Tina moved lower, raised her friend's hips and lowered her head. I had met him and he was an ok kind of a man with a deep voice.He made me a school house or "teaching academy" with my picture on an I.D. card. Roger couldn't stop screaming as he emptied his loads deep up her ass. Whoever had used the boat for smuggling had adapted and reinforced the hull for two big in-line six diesel motors. "Uh-uh-ahh, hands off. Were futas really this hot? When I was done with your face, I was going to remove your eyelids and put your head in clamps so that you had to look at yourself.” She gestured to the mirror above, “I wanted to break you early, you understand. Five days... Still, that might not sound like much but after jogging a while tits it feels like a ton. Goosebumps appeared around her nipples and they hardened in the cool night air. I could feel her getting me closer, her mouth sucking my clit just right. He shows you the Snickers but slowly lowers it to his crotch area. “And that's when you did what he told you to do?” Through the shape of her bra, it looked like she got her nipple pierced too. I made him for your husband the first time tit fuck masturbation the two of you danced." She smiles. I also revealed to the ladies that I once was engaged when I was 25 years old but I broke it off because I knew I was not ready. I changed his family life forever, breeding both women. Candy's hands were cuffed behind her back, forcing her to just her tortured tits forward and giving her no way to seek release from the weight. The lube and the viscous liquid already dripping from her sex meant Michael hardly had to put any effort into sliding it in. He simply pressed the dildo forward, hardly making a show of the insertion at all, and only stopped when the amateur flared base pressed against her outer lips. “Better big than in you.” I wrapped my lips around it and tried again, making sure to kiss it, lick it, and suck slow on the spongy head as instructed. He replied, “Yes, I’m feeling a little behind. Then I thought about the skirt part of the dress. Following behind her, he closed the door. "You're obsessed with this guy, and now you're following him home from school? “Sorry about Zach and your dad. I gasped, stumbling forward as he slid the seat back as far as he could.