You paw around your slob of a friends attic and find a damp, mildewed box buried amongst the usual clutter. You open it up and inside is a ton of life-like animal masks. The smell hits you like a wall, the stench of a farm fills your nostrils causing you to gag. You catch your breath and lift a dog one up to your face. The detail is immaculate, the texture of the oily fur, the mouth full of teeth with gums that felt like gums, the scent of a real dog, whoever made these did a stellar job.
You grin to yourself, thinking about putting one on to go fuck around with Jack. Just the idea of trying to get those dirty jeans off his fat, sweaty ass makes you tent up just thinking about it. A sudden fantasy of you being on a short leash as Jack pisses into your gapping maw enters your mind, you slurping it down before he shoves his whole cock in your mouth. You get really into the fantasy, licking your lips, horny for disgusting sex from your best friend. You stroke your hardening staring into the box thinking about which mask you’ll go down the stairs with.