Talk:Hellhound/@comment-26376061-20161102060329/@comment-30421579-20161105064954

At first I'm a little confused, but my blurry memory quickly recalls what happened last night. Even though I know I should get her to the hospitable, I get greedy and decide I want to play with my submissive Hellhound, so I bound her to the bed and begin to fuck her. I frequently switch from vagina, to mouth, and to her anus as I causally grope her warm body. It feels good being dominate in the longest time, and she’s enjoying twice as more! I finally ejaculate onto her back, and suddenly something hits the back of my mind. I realize that Hellhounds are built like tanks, in fact on the day the day you met her, you ran her over with the full power of a semi in order to kill her. I undistract myself from these thoughts and notice that the bondage gear has been destroyed. Next thing I know, I’m pinned to the bed with my mouthful of my wife’s vulva before I can pronounce the i in “Oh shit”. “Happy April Fools Day, Love”, she says in her cocky, yet sexy voice.