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Matching Sweaters
🕑 Added 2023-04-09 09:35:45 +0000 UTCAlex loved the cold weather; having lived a lot of her life in tropical climates where it barely got any cooler than 19°C, snow was her jam. She loved jumping around in it, making snow angels, and building armies of snowmen in the front yard to scare the neighbors’ children. Everything about that white fluff falling from the sky was fun for her, even the things that most people would find tedious, like shoveling snow or clearing ice from the windshield of her car. Her boyfriend Dean, who was born and raised in the Scandinavian snow, assured her that after a while, she’d come to hate the downsides that came with it and that she was in a honeymoon phase. Not that he was complaining whenever she offered to help him do a little shoveling. Sure, she needed some practice, but an extra pair of hands was better than none. Plus, that tiger strength of hers sure did come in handy whenever there was a LOT of heavy and compacted snow to clear. The tigress could shovel snow like a champ and it amazed Dean every time he watched her hulk a giant shovel full of snow over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. And she was only 5’4”. Imagine the power she’d possess if she were a little taller.
“Well, at least we can walk to the car now.” the tigress said with a smile as she dusted her gloved hands together and shook off the excess snow from them. She dragged her snow-covered boots on the welcome mat to get them as clean as she could before she stepped onto the wood paneling of the cabin she and her boyfriend had rented out for the weekend. It was just like those cabins you’d see in the movies (no, not the ones where they all die); it was made almost entirely of wood, spacious, quaint, and cozy. It radiated warmth even when you were just looking at it from the end of the driveway. The tigress shook off her gloves and boots and slipped out of her fluffy parka as she walked toward the coat rack that was a few feet to the side of the big tavern-esque front door that slowly closed behind her after a firm kick from her foot. It creaked as it swung on its vintage hinges and closed with a loud thud once all the moving parts around the door handle slotted into the holes for them in the doorframe.
Waiting for her in the living room with the TV on and ready to play the night’s movie was Dean, who had decided to sit out on such an insane idea to head out into a blizzard in the middle of the night and shovel a way to their car. “The blizzard is just going to undo all your shoveling, Alex.” The purple dog shook his head and chuckled. He had a big grin on his face as he sat on the couch in a position that could only be described as “ultra-relaxed”. His legs spread, his arms draped over the big and soft couch cushions, and his glasses slipped so far down his snoot that they were just a soft gust of wind away from falling off. He had a big fat grin spread across his face, too, the kind people only had when they were scheming. Alex paid it no mind at first, thinking it was just another one of his usual grins, but when it stuck as she approached him, she raised a brow and squinted her eyes suspiciously.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” the tigress furrowed her brows and shook her head as she took the last few steps toward the couch. She then leaned over the back of it to bring her face just a few inches from her purple collie boyfriend’s and looked at his stupidly charming grin up close. With her snoot hovering just an inch away from his, Alex brought her hand up and placed her finger on the border collie’s spectacles.
“Like what?” Dean said with a slightly higher pitch in his voice than usual. He watched as his girlfriend’s finger landed on the frames of his glasses at the end of his snoot and went cross-eyed for a few short seconds before he pulled his focus away from her finger and back to her face. His grin was still plastered all across his face and he waggled his brows at her just to rile her up some more. “Like this?” he said as he stuck his tongue out at her.
“Yes, like that.” The tigress chuckled and pushed her dog boyfriend’s glasses up his snout until they were back in front of his eyes again. “What do you have planned, what elaborate romantic scheme, hmm?” Alex climbed over the back of the couch and onto it. She sunk down into the cushions and her head landed in Dean’s warm lap. She looked up at him from below and he still had that grin on his face, but she still had no idea what it meant.
Dean had a surprise for Alex and he was trying to get her to notice it. He wanted to be subtle, but it seemed that he was being a little too subtle. With his glasses back up his snoot, he could see clearly, and the look on the tigress’s face was of genuine confusion. He could see her eyes moving around to try and figure out what exactly the surprise that he had for her was. He looked down at her and brought a hand to tug gently on the collar of the turtleneck sweater that he was wearing. He couldn’t make it more obvious if he tried at this point.
The tigress furrowed her brows as she looked up at her boyfriend from what usually would have made for an unflattering angle. But with the sweater that he had on, there was no double chin, no unflattering anything from where she was looking. He looked handsome and sharp in that red turtleneck sweater, even if she didn’t realize that he was wearing one of hers. “You’re so handsome.” Alex cooed and started playing with the small bit of fluff that the sweater he was wearing couldn’t quite contain. Dean continued smiling at his girlfriend, waiting for her expression to change when she realized that it was her sweater that he was wearing. And when it came, he did his best to keep his laughs under wraps.
It started with the tiger’s eyes slowly wandering as she combed her fingers through his neck fluff, then her eyebrows furrowed, and the hand she had buried in his fur stopped combing. “Is that… My sweater?” Alex briefly looked down at the sweater that she was wearing before looking back at the one the border collie was wearing. “Where did you get that?!” the tigress exclaimed loudly. Not quite an angry shout, but a surprised one.
Dean couldn’t help but smile even wider than he already was; his lips stretched from cheek to cheek and he leaned his head down to press his big rubbery dog nose against Alex’s. He nodded, stared into those gorgeous green eyes of hers, and left a tiny peck on her lips before he pulled away. “I found it in your suitcase. I didn’t know you had more than one. And it turns out, accounting for my lack of tatas and my height, it fits pretty well on me.”
Alex tried to peck her boyfriend on the lips back but he pulled away before she could do so, so she was left with her head in his lap staring up at him as he explained how he came across her extra sweater that she had packed just in case anything was to happen to the one she currently had on. She was about to say something about him going through her suitcase but then remembered that she left it open in the bedroom when they were unpacking. Instead, she decided to poke fun at him for being able to wear the same-sized clothes as her.
“You’re only an inch taller than me,” the tigress smirked and raised her eyebrows at him. “Plus, the fabric is stretchy. It does look just a little tight over your shoulders.” She placed both her hands on her boyfriend’s shoulders and rubbed them up and down to get a feel of him. The sweater was extra form-fitting on Dean and it made him look slightly more muscular, like Leon from Resident Evil with his ultra-tight shirt and shoulder gun holsters. The tigress couldn’t control her lip bite that came after she put that whole image of Dean saving her from an evil cult together in her head and continued to rub her hands along his shoulders.
The purple border collie narrowed his eyes when he heard the slight jab at his height, but smirked when he came up with a nuclear comeback. He seriously considered whether it was a good thing to say or not for a few seconds before he decided to go ahead with it anyway. If there were consequences, he would gladly take them. With a chuckle that came out of his mouth first, he said, “I think that says a lot more about your boobies than it does my height, babe…” Dean liked to take risks, but he was always smart about them. Before the tigress had time to shift her expression from happy kitty to angered feline, the purple dog placed his hands on the very breasts he made fun of, gave them a squeeze, and leaned his head back down to press his nose against the tigress’s again. “BUT, I love my girlfriend’s boobies, they’re the perfect handfuls.” He kissed her on her lips and nose repeatedly.
“WOW.” Was all that the tigress was able to let out before she was covered in kisses and had her breasts appreciated by the assailant who insulted them. But she would never really be mad at him for something so small and trivial like that unless it was her time of the month, in which she could make no promises. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to return the kisses her boyfriend was dishing out; she quickly latched onto his lips and began kissing him back. Their lips locked together and they exchanged some saliva and tongue. It was getting heated as Alex’s hands moved to hold her boyfriend’s cheeks and he gave her boobs another firm but gentle squeeze.
Pulling away from the tiger’s lips was hard; the phrase “practice makes perfect” did not apply to breaking kisses. But it had to be done if either of them wanted to watch the movie. Dean pulled away from his tiger girlfriend’s lips slowly and stared into her eyes as he watched the saliva string that connected his lips to hers snap from the force of gravity. He let go of her breasts, too, but continued to press his nose against hers and let his breath blow over her. “Did you still want to watch the movie?” he asked. The movie on the roster was the new animated Super Mario Brothers movie, and while Dean was excited to watch it, he didn’t mind pushing it away to suck on Alex’s face for the rest of the night instead.
“Mhmm,” Alex responded with a murmur as she licked their mixed saliva from her lips. With her hands still cupped around Dean’s face, she gave his cheeks a squeeze before sliding her hands down to his shoulders and combing them through the neck fluff that poked through the collar of his sweater again. “It’s only 90 minutes, I think we can last that long without touching each other inappropriately, right?” the tigress purred teasingly. “Plus, I want a verdict on how Chris Pratt sounds as Mario. It’s been bothering me ever since the announcement.” She added with a chuckle and pushed herself up to sit with her back against the soft couch cushions. Alex sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Dean and turned her attention to the large flatscreen TV that was mounted above the unused fireplace. The cabin had modern heating, using it would only add extra glare to the TV.
Dean watched as his girlfriend sat up and moved slightly for her to do so. When he felt her shoulder against his, he grabbed the TV remote from the gap in the couch cushions where it had fallen and pressed play to start the movie. As the logos of the various production companies involved played on the screen, he felt a weight on his left shoulder. When he turned to look, he saw Alex had laid her head against him and he couldn’t help but smile as his tail did its best to wag even though it was sandwiched between him and the couch.
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“It’s-a-me… Mari-…”
‘Bzwoop…’
Everything went black, including the lights in the cabin. Both Alex and Dean looked up at the lightbulbs that were in the ceiling above them before they looked at the black mirror that was the TV, then at each other. Without the sound of Mario and his friends, the Nintendo game music that came out from the TV, and the idle whirring of the heating and other electronics, the howling of the wind from the snowstorm was a lot more noticeable. And within seconds, the cabin felt colder with the remaining heat racing to escape as the cold raced to slip in. Alex felt a gust of cold gently blow over her shoulder as she stared at her boyfriend as if to ask what they should do now. She got goosebumps and her fur fluffed up everywhere it could. After shivering visibly, the tigress pulled one of the couch cushions out to hug it to stay a little bit warmer.
Dean waited for a few seconds to see if the power would come back, but after enough time had passed without any sign of electricity returning, he sighed and shook his head. He too felt a gush of cold blow over him and shivered. There wasn’t a clear place where the gushes were coming from as all the doors and windows were closed. “Looks like we are going to get to use the fireplace after all.” He chuckled and got onto his feet. He stretched his arms over his head and the sweater he was wearing lifted up to show a little bit of his lower abdominal area. He sighed again as his arms came down, walked over to the fireplace, and crouched down to start placing the pieces of pre-chopped lumber into it.
Alex stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to grab some old newspaper that she saw on the counter, along with a matchbook that she got from a nightclub a few months back that she never took out of her purse. When she came back, Dean had pulled the metal grate out from the fireplace and had the fuel for the fire all piled up neatly in a way that would minimize any collapses as the wood turned into coal and ash. The owners of the cabin that they rented from told them that power outages could happen during turbulent weather but they were assured that they would last for a couple of hours at most. The tiger handed her matches and the old newspaper to her boyfriend and he used them to light a fire. It took a bit longer than it would have if he had lighter fluid, but he was able to get the wood crackling and the cabin warming back up in no time at all.
“No Mario movie, but at least we will be warm!” the border collie said with a smile as he dusted his hands together after he put the safety grate back into the fireplace’s fixture. The fire very quickly spread through the wood and illuminated the living room enough for them to be able to see each other and the things around them clearly again. He sat down on the shag carpet underneath him, leaned his back against the couch, and turned to Alex. “The owners said it usually goes out for a few hours, it should be back up soon, don’t worry. We’ll get to finish the movie.” He smiled reassuringly at her. Alex stood and stared at the fire as it slowly burned through the wood for a few seconds, she seemed completely mesmerized by the golden glow it gave off and only turned back to look at her boyfriend when he spoke to her. Her ears flickered and she blinked rapidly to shake herself out of her little daydream, “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m not worried about that, I just didn’t want us to get cold.” She said as she took three steps back and plopped her rear down on the shag carpet and her back against the couch right beside Dean.
“So, what do we do now?”
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The smell of cookies and hot chocolate wafted through the air of the cabin as the wood in the fireplace crackled and snapped. And while the power hadn’t been restored yet, the cabin was warm again. Steam rose from the two mugs of hot chocolate that sat untouched on the shag carpet and waves rippled and bounced around the brown liquid as the carpet underneath shifted ever so slightly back and forth.
Alex rested her head against the pile of pillows that she had thrown onto the floor from the couch and lifted her legs up to present her pussy to Dean. Her jeans were gone, replaced with a cute pair of pink leg warmers that covered everything below her knees except for her paws that poked out through the toeless ends. She still had her sweater on to keep her somewhat warm, but it really wasn’t going to be needed, not for what they were about to get up to anyway.
Dean stared at Alex’s pussy a lot longer than he planned to. But he couldn’t help it; the way her pussy and butthole winked at him as she lifted her legs up made him bite his lip for so long that it had him drooling. Her pink pussy lips, her slightly red and blushing mound that curved like a cute kitty cat muffin that he wanted to take a big bite out of, and the way she was lifting her legs for him was just about enough to make him go feral. After about a minute of staring, he shook himself free of Alex’s pussy’s spell and looked at her face as she smiled at him, bit her lip, and beckoned to him using her index finger with her sharp and shiny claw extended out.
“Come over and stick your dick in me, pretty boy,” she said, ending her sentence with a purr as she looked at her pants-less boyfriend. Dean was on his knees; sweater on and cock out and throbbing. It didn’t take long for his dick to go from flaccid to erect. With a view in front of him like that, it probably was record-time, too. Uncut, thick, and juicy with a heft pair of balls to match, the tigress found herself staring disrespectfully at her boyfriend. She wanted to milk every single drop out of his balls, to feel them churn against her every time they slapped against her, and to hear him moaning her name as they tucked upward against him and emptied his virile seed into her. The longer she stared at his cock, the more her pussy winked as she clenched around nothing in anticipation.
When the purple border collie heard Alex invite him over to stick his dick in her pussy, he felt his heart race and the blood being pumped directly to his dick faster than a pump at a gas station. He made his way over to his girlfriend, his dick sticking outward from between his legs like a walking plank on a pirate’s ship, with just as much bobbling and wobble as it continued to twitch and throb as he got closer and closer to the tigress’s inviting coochie. And when he was close enough to bring his dick to hover right over her wet and pink pussy lips, he let out a heavy huff as he looked down at his dick and her pussy underneath. The glow from the fire reflected off of Alex’s wet pussy and made it look like the juice she leaked was liquid gold. Enamored by her pussy once more, Dean stared and slowly pressed the tip of his dick down to smear it in that gold.
‘Squish.’
Dean’s dick was immediately washed over by a warmth like no other, and he wasn’t even inside her yet. Not only that, but he also felt the tigress’s winks as they happened right against his member. It felt like her pussy was trying to grab his dick and pull him in, a weird sensation, but it was one he welcomed with a throbbing dick that ended up smacking against her wet cunt over and over. He let out a shaky shuddery huff as he slowly reeled his hips and pulled his dick back to align himself to her entrance. His foreskin rolled up to cover the majority of his tip as he pulled himself back and was fully wrapped around his tip when he pressed it against her entrance. He held his dick there, resisting every urge to push in, and slowly leaned himself forward and put his hands at her sides. This brought his face closer to his girlfriend’s and his knees came down to the shag carpet underneath him. Alex’s legs were propped up by his thighs with her paws up in the air almost able to wrap around his waist in a leg-locking position. Dean’s dick pointed straight down against Alex’s pussy in the mating press position and throbbed. His tail raised up and wagged, showing off his butt and backsack to any entity behind him; he was ready.
Alex watched with eager eyes as her boyfriend approached her and placed his dick right up against her pussy. She let out huffs, chuffs, and moans as Dean smeared himself into her natural lubricant and got into position. When he leaned over her and went into the mating press position, Alex let out a huff and bit her lip. One of her favorite sex positions; obviously Dean knew that, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?
She watched as he aligned his dick to her pussy with almost perfect precision before she moved her gaze up to look at his face with a soft smile and a blush red enough for the United States to think she was a national security threat. She was met with Dean’s gaze looking right back at her. His amber eyes, a face just as red, and his blonde hair hanging down and getting in the way of his eyes just a little were the perfect things to look back at. Along with the smile that she could tell he was doing just to stop himself from slamming his hips down against hers and burying his cock inside of her. She could tell that he really wanted to, the whine that came from him as his dick slipped off from its perfect alignment made that very clear to the tigress.
“Hhhhhhhhhnnnn…” Dean let out a whine as his dick slipped to the side. His sensitive tip brushed through the soft fur of her pelvis and his hips almost buckled. He tried his best to move his dick back into place but struggled.
“Relax, relax… Here…” The tigress chuckled and reached a hand down in between herself and her boyfriend to grab his dick. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she guided his dick back to where it was; his tip right up against her entrance. But once he was realigned, she didn’t let go, instead, she used his dick like a paintbrush and rubbed it up and down along her labia until it was completely soaked in her juices. She put it back after a few strokes from taint to clit after her boyfriend started whining louder and louder, begging for permission to stick his dick in.
“Please, can I now? You’re so wet and warm… I want to feel you…” he begged.
“Go ahead,” the tigress nodded as she stared at him. She quickly shifted her gaze to the small gap between her and her boyfriend to watch as his dick sunk into her. It was one of her favorite things to do while having sex; watching the cock disappear into her like it was some sort of magic trick. Feeling it was amazing, but seeing it and feeling it at the same time was like watching one of those 4D movies that combined sight, scent, sound, and smell but 10x better since you didn’t have to sit through a three-hour movie about blue people who have sex using their hair.
Dean let out a happy noise that was a combination of a whine and a sigh as he lowered his hips and pushed his dick inside of the tigress. It took a moment for his dick to spread her labia apart properly and slip inside, but once it did, both the tiger and her dog boyfriend let out moans that fought with the howling wind and the crackling of the fireplace.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyuhhhhhhhhhh.” Dean’s moan dragged out for as long as it took for his dick to sink in from the tip down to his base. Once his balls rested against her and his dick was completely inside her oven, he stopped and let it sit. Her velvety and bumpy pussy walls that squeezed around him as he sunk in made his knees wobble slightly and almost caused him to lose his balance.
Tiger GF pussy hit different.
Alex’s moan was much the same, although it came in bursts as Dean slowly sunk his cock into her. Her moan was loudest when he first spread her and sunk his tip in, they got slightly softer as the rest of his shaft sunk in, then went loud again as the last few inches of his member plugged her up and his fat doggy balls rested gently against her rear.
“Hhhaaahhh! Hhhnnnngg… Aaaaah…. Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
She could feel his foreskin roll over his tip as he slipped inside, exposing his mushroom dick tip to her walls and rubbing her in all the right spots. She involuntarily clenched around him as he sunk all the way down to his hilt. When he let it sit, Alex relaxed and let herself get used to having her boyfriend’s cock inside of her. Alex was known to produce a lot of coochie syrup. So much so that as Dean sunk his dick into her cunt, he pushed out her clear and viscous fluids to make room.
“Hoooohly shit, so warm,” Dean said through a bit lip as his dick throbbed inside Alex. He could feel his own pulse echoing through his dick, and he could swear that he could feel Alex’s pulse, too. After letting both Alex and him get accustomed to his dick being inside Alex’s pussy, he looked down at her as if to ask her for permission to continue. Alex, still chewing on her lip, nodded her head and grabbed the pillows she was on top of with her hands, bracing for the thrusts and plaps that she knew were to come.
With permission acquired, the border collie shifted his weight onto his hands and slowly used his knees to lift his hips up and pull his dick from the depths of the tiger trench. His dick came out soaked in her sticky juices, with strings forming as he pulled away. He found it just a tiny bit challenging to pull out from Alex as her constant clenching around his dick created a suction that pulled in the opposite direction, and it was a surprisingly powerful suction, too. This resulted in a lot of lip grip, with Alex’s pink pussy lips clinging to Dean’s dick as he pulled up like Gorilla Tape®. He let out a huff as his foreskin rolled over his tip and stared at his girlfriend’s face as he left just his tip inside her. He didn’t pause for long, as the tigress’s clenches acted as an invitation for him to sink back inside. Lowering his hips and thrusting in, he sunk all the way down until his balls made a soft sound as they swung and tapped against the tigress’s ass.
‘Schlap.’
Alex let out a moan as Dean pulled his hips back and slammed them back into her. The sensation of his dick tip rubbing against her insides never ceased to make her squirm. She tightened her grip on the pillows under her head and tried her best to keep her eyes open to watch as he fucked her, but as he increased his pace, pulling out and slamming back into her and splashing their mixed juices around, it was hard to fight those heavy eyelids. She did catch a few minutes of his dick sliding in and out of her and his balls swinging and slapping against her before she closed them, though.
“Hhhhaaaahh… Hhhhnnnng… Fuck…. Be careful, don’t spill the hot choccy…”
‘Schlap, schlap, schlap,’
Dean’s balls swung and slapped against Alex’s ass as he pumped his dick in and out of her. His face turned red, his eyelids got heavier, and his poofy doggy tail couldn’t stop wagging. His hips bounced up and down in a rhythm and his quiet huffy moans got louder and louder as he started losing the ability to keep quiet. The feeling of her pussy wrapped tight around his dick was never going to get old, and no matter how much practice he got with that tiger coochie, she always found new ways to make his balls tuck upward whenever she wanted. And this was coming from someone who participated in No Nut November; he had the stamina for sure, but there was just something about caked-up cat GF that he couldn’t seem to resist. She wasn’t Diane Foxington, but damn was she close.
The purple border collie boy continued to pump his girlfriend full of his cock. His hips bounced, her lips gripped, and his balls slapped. He felt a tingle building up inside him as his glans glided against her textured walls, he was getting there. But he wasn’t going to stop, not until Alex was there, too. He noticed that whenever he bottomed out in her, her moans got just that much louder and her fingers curled around the pillows in her grip that much tighter. He switched to longer and more dragged-out thrusts with a hard burst as he neared his base, to let his dick rub with every bit of the tigress’s love canal and punch into her just the way she liked. The plaps from his balls slowed, but they were just as loud. The short burst at the end helped splatter her pussy juice and his precum around, which made the sounds coming from their bits mashing together wetter than good and creamy mashed potatoes.
“A-Alex… Hhhhnnnaaah…” Dean moaned out his girlfriend’s name.
‘Splort, schplat, schlap.’
Alex started to bounce slightly and slide on the shag carpet as she was shagged. The short burst as the dog boy bottomed out inside of her made her bite her lip in an attempt to make her moans less loud and obnoxious. But any attempt was fruitless, as Dean’s dynamite dog dick drilled her like she was IKEA furniture that needed to be fixed to a wall. She clenched, curled her toes, and howled Dean’s name as she felt shivers run down her spine. She felt a tingle inside her that made the fur on her thighs stand up. Her knees went weak and she kicked her legs a few times; she was close, too.
Dean was always able to tell whenever Alex was close. She did this cute little leg kick as her toes curled. And when he felt her leg doing just that, he couldn’t help but feel proud and grin through his moans as he looked at his girlfriend’s face. Her pleasured expression with her eyes closed and her mouth open was gorgeous, but he thought she was always gorgeous, regardless of what expression was on her face. He increased his pace but kept the rhythm that was pushing Alex over the edge. His balls slapped against her ass extra hard; they were going to be sore after this, but it was worth it. Alex kicked, kicked, and kicked again as she toed the line of orgasm, she was barely able to catch her breath with how much she moaned, but she managed to muster a few words out that would help take Dean over the edge with her.
“Hhhhaaaaahhhh! Dean… Please… I’m gonna cum… Cum inside me… Hhhhaaaahhh…”
Dean grit his teeth, drooled out the corner of his mouth, and closed his eyes as he pushed his dick into Alex one last time. His balls tucked upward as he pushed Alex and the carpet by a few inches. Luckily, not enough to spill the hot chocolate waiting by the cookies.
“Here it… Comes… Babe… Hnnnnng…” the border collie groaned and grunted as his sack pulsed and emptied its contents into Alex.
‘Splort… Sclurpt… Schplurt…’ the muffled sounds of Dean’s thick DNA flowing from his balls, through his dick, and into Alex’s womb could be heard in between the jumble of moans and the howling snowstorm winds. Rope after rope of it filled her, and by the sixth rope, it started to squirt out through the tiny gaps that the tiger’s lip grip did not keep flex sealed.
The feeling of Dean’s dick throbbing and pulsating over and over as his cum traveled through him made Alex moan more. She kicked her leg rapidly as her pussy involuntarily clenched around his dick in rapid succession. She felt her orgasm travel through her entire body, and within seconds of her clenches and shivers, she squirted. She shot her warm juices out from her pussy like a water gun, splashing all over Dean’s pubic area.
‘Pssssssssssssssssh. Psssssh. Pssssssssh.’
Dean huffed and let out a soft chuckle as his cum went from high volume and high-velocity ropes to soft oozing that came out from the slit in the tip of his dick. The excess cum that flowed out of Alex’s cunt ran down her and Dean’s legs. The border collie let himself lie down on top of Alex some more as his dick continued to twitch and throb inside her. He wasn’t planning on pulling out just yet. Her clenches kept him hard. With sweat dripping off of his forehead, Dean leaned his face down to plant a soft kiss on Alex’s lips. Alex kissed him back, let go of the pillows to hold his cheeks, and added a lot of tongue into the kiss as she purred loudly.
Tongue swabbed, saliva mixed, and sex juices warm and sticky in between their legs, Alex pulled away from the kiss and stared into her dog boyfriend’s eyes. She pushed his glasses up his snoot again and smiled. “You look good in my sweater.” She cooed.
Dean brushed his nose against Alex’s and snorted when he heard her compliment him. He let his tongue lap over her cheek and kissed her again. “So do you, babe.”
After a few minutes of lying there with his dick buried in Alex’s cum-filled pussy, the lights in the cabin flickered back on and the whirr of the kitchen appliances and the heating slowly came back. Alex and Dean both looked around at the lights and Dean excitedly pushed himself up as the TV came back on. His dick pulled out from Alex with a loud plop sound and the cum that the dog boy had deposited inside her burst out of her like water out of a busted pipe. It spilled all over Alex’s legs and the carpet underneath her.
“Oh shit,” Dean said as he stumbled backward on his knees and stared at the mess that he had made. It continued to get worse the more his cum flowed out of his girlfriend’s slightly gaped pussy. A large puddle of their mixed cum pooled on the shag carpet and sept into the fluff.
They weren’t getting their cleaning deposit back that was for sure.
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Dean by Drako1997
Art by MinusculeTask
Comments
Rama
As always, great story! Please lend me Alex's snow shoveling ability every morning when I have to dig my way to my car.
