Canine language

One afternoon when it was just me and Celso, my brother, at home, studying, the eve of exams, major suffocation, etc... As I walked up to my room, I thought I heard my brother say, "Okay, go on". I thought he was watching porn movies that he loved, and I thought he was getting a good hand job, but he was almost under the desk, and he was rolling over. - F.D.P... I got you. You're with a girlfriend under the desk making out with you, and when you saw me playing the siren the other day, you started joking. I'll tell you all about it later. Don't say a word. -Show me that asshole, you might want to come give me a kiss I really need. Oh, my God, it all came crashing down on me. It wasn't a girlfriend he had sucking his dick. It was our dog. - You're out of your mind? You're not afraid? My friend taught me, he told me it's too good to feel the dog's tongue licking our sack, our dick, licking our whole fuck. You want to try it? - God forbid, I said, but I started thinking about what he said to me. My mother leaves the house at 5 in the morning to go in at 6 in the morning and my father, leaves at 7 or so. They got us used to leaving our bedroom door open or half-open when we were kids. Finally I could go and try what my brother said was so good. I blackmailed my dog with a cookie and he jumped into my bed. Well, I, who hadn't fucked for so long, who hadn't been licked, sucked, who hadn't felt a man's touch, and only made fun of my fingers, began to feel my boob all wet with desire, and taking off my panties, I began to run my fingers through my dear impatient and hungry cunt and showing another biscuit to the dog, I passed him by my pussy, smelling like a woman in heat and gave him the smell of a dog. He licked himself all over, and then I spread my legs, and I put the cookie in my pussy... When I felt the dog's breath, his cold muzzle touching my grill, I jumped up and started rubbing myself all over, moaning loudly: - What are you talking about? When the dog stuck his head between my legs and began to lick my groin and passed to the groin, I cried, forgetting my brother: -Wow, fuck, that is good. To the damned good tongue. Lambe your mistress's little toy. Lambe this. I must have made fun of that dog's tongue four or five times in a row. Meanwhile my brother had come into the room without me noticing and was punching himself and when he said to me: - When you're done, pass it to me. - Oh, what a shame, Celso. It was so good. Celso called him and then as I watched the dog lick his cock, his bag I couldn't help but jerk off too, and when I heard my brother say - Go, go, go. It's almost there. I stuck my fingers in my cunt and started riding them like crazy, moaning and when I saw the cock that came out in a jet from my brother's poop being licked by the dog, I rubbed my grill, I laughed out loud, like I haven't done in a long time. This is our secret, mine and my brother's. Our dog still exists, he always helps us, but we don't use him for anything else, just to lick us. We both get married, we continue to live in the same house and back and forth... we repeat the adventure.