Short Summary Vol. 3
#3 of Short Summaries
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Sleepily stumbling down the steps, you smell a wonderful aroma of breakfast wafting through the house. Upon further investigation, you find a chubby lion atop the table, stroking his member seductively.
"Morning lad, hope you like sausage," he said, licking his lips.
Stroking your hard dick with a jock pressed against your nose taking in all the pungent aroma of his musk and sweat. Your breath catches as your cock begins to spasm, splattering cum across your belly and chest.
"Wow, didn't know you had a piggy streak in you,"
Your eyes snap open seeing the old, bespectacled wolf at the foot of the bed, as he undid his trousers. A spot of pre-formed at the tip of his tented briefs, "Gotta say, you're so hot huffing my scent, boy,"
"Come on champ!"
You followed behind the older mutt, his tail swaying happily as he carried the a fishing pole and a tackle box.
"We're gonna have a great time!" he said excitedly placing a bucket hat atop your head.
His smiling mustachioed face made your heart swell in joy.
You cry out feeling your orgasm in the pits of your loins, due to the broad stroking hand of a burly rottweiler. He stops his rubbing, making you whimper and buck your hips in need.
"Ah, ah, ah," His piercing brown eyes stare into your own. "You cum when I say, ya hear?"
You nod.
You wanted to cum so badly, being edged for a week, you begged him to milk a load out of you.
But he was taking his time.
He gently curled his fingers around your aching length once again. Licking his chops he plants a kiss on your inner thigh. "Atta boy,"
The stroll on the beach was nothing short of wonderful.
So was feeling the burly St. Bernard's thick, hard dick as it pistoned in and out of you. Looking up at him, running your hands over his big belly, seeing this handsome man taking you.
How could one not fall in love?
With a roar, the stocky liger grips your hair as he dumps his load down your gullet.
You pull off, stroking his slick member lovingly.
A ding went off in the kitchen, making the larger male smile, "Cake's ready!" He beams.