wet... face wet...warm wet face...
Your blanked mind slowly puts together your face is getting licked...by...your dog is licking your face. the sounds you were making must have done him a concern. You sit up and push Sam away. Before you realize he is licking your pussy juice from your hand he has cleaned it thoroughly. His tongue gets one good swipe at the slime on your inner thigh before you snap back to reality and push Sam harder.
He clumsily topples on his side. and stays there with his previously devious tongue now flopping from the side of his mouth. you cant resist rubing his belly. He is panting happily as you skitch him. then you notice the tip of his penis emerging from its sheath and that he has swirled his head around to get a good sniff of your damp muff. You stand up and evict the medium sized mut from the room. the shaking in your legs makes the job more difficult than you would like to admit.
exhausted you lay down for a nap....