“You won’t cum tonight. Not until Mommy tells you. Do you understand?” I hiss, catching my breath. His face is smeared with my blood and his black paint. “Yes, Mommy,” he replies, and attempts to draw back to my swelling clit, but I stop him. “You’re a filthy fucking dog, aren’t you?” He groans. “Yes. Yes, I am. I’m your filthy dog. Please, let me taste you again,”
