She paused and looked at him again.She paused and looked at him again. "Would you mind fucking me dog fashion? I'd really like that, and we wouldn't have to get undressed for it." Bull's head nodded. "Any way you like it, sweet lady. It'll be my pleasure to fuck you any way you want, just as long as I get to fuck you." Lisa moved up off the bed, twirled and flinging her skirt up over her waist, bent over the edge of the bed, watching in the mirror to get just the correct computed angle for the camera, and presented her bare ass and curly tufted cunt to him. Holding to the edge of the bed with her arms, bent over at the waist, her cunt was at the same level as his huge cock. Peering into the mirror at the reflection of the camera lens in the closet, Lisa pivoted slightly, hoping to get the best camera angle, knowing the camera was going to get the rear view of his ass and her cunt. "Can you drop your pants, dear, I want to feel your balls on my ass, and I can't do that if your pants are on." Bull's trousers sunk down his legs to the floor. His meaty organ hanging down at a forty five degree angle, the head lower than the lowest part of his hairy testicles, bloated, as his hand grasped his thick foreskin, jacking off his cock to keep it hard. Filling rapidly, stiffening until the bluish veins stood out and the glans turned dark purple. |