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In DOROTHY’S DOG, many of the characters appear to be outwardly normal. They have jobs, problems with kids, worries about what tomorrow will bring. But behind their facade of normalcy lurks seething passions.
DOROTHY’S DOG is a novel and a lesson for those who hide their passions behind the mask of normalcy.
Dorothy Urban watched the sun sink into the quiet ocean. She pushed her fingers under the tightly stretched red cloth of her bikini top, running them slowly over her firm, full tits up to the taut brown nipples. Dorothy pinched the hard skin and let out a tiny gasp. Her swollen clit responded, vibrating furiously as she watched Champion, the large German shepherd that Dr. Freeman had asked her to take to the beach for exercise. He was running along the surf now, barking happily and splashing his paws in the water while he chased a mongrel bitch that was in heat.
Dorothy saw the bitch stop every few minutes and let Champion catch her. He’d sniff her ass, then jump up on her back, wrapping his forepaws around the bitch’s panting belly as his unsheathed glistening red cockhead twitched excitedly in the cool ocean air.
Dorothy ran her fingers down her perspiring belly, past the elastic waistband of her bottoms and groped for her juice-slicked pussy, separating the sensitive cuntlips with her fingertips and sliding them toward her twitching clit.
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