Smith circled her like a predator, his eyes fixed on her most intimate areas. He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin as he sniffed her asshole. Molly gasped, her body tensing. He licked her, his tongue rough and wet, sending shivers down her spine.

He pushed his cock deep inside her ass, allowing her muscles to relax around him. Molly moaned, her body adjusting to the intrusion. He filled her tight ass, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Say it,” Smith commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. “Say I want your furry friend to clean me up.”

Molly hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “I want your furry friend to clean me up,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Smith pulled out, a wicked smile on his face. He took a jar of peanut butter, slathering it generously on her asshole.

He released K9, who ran straight to Molly’s ass, his tongue licking up the peanut butter with eager, with great enthusiasm. Molly moaned, her body responding to the strange sensation. Smith watched, his cock throbbing in his pants.

He pulled K9 back, slathering more peanut butter on her ass. “Beg,” he commanded, his voice firm. Molly begged, her voice desperate. “Please, let your furry friend clean me up.