[...] An immense sigh causes the plush plateau to sway pendulously as Yvonne answers, “You want to go again, huh? I do love working up a sweat...”

Salty Taste of Yvonne
(Watersports, Requires Prehensile Tongue)

Sweat... yes, sweat. Though your gaze is fixed on Yvonne's bright, violet eyes, in that moment your senses are utterly overwhelmed by the dog-girl's musk. You lean a bit closer and draw a deep breath, filling your lungs with the smell and taste of her sweat. You feel as if you can taste every minute of the hard work she's done over the forge since the wee hours of the morning. It's raw... powerful... irresistable. You steal the first kiss, then place your hands on the small of her back. Drawing her in to embrace, you caress up and down the small of her back, your hands moistening in her sweat. Leaning into her ear, you whisper that you intend to taste every inch of her. You pull back and allow your tongue to slip forth a bit, gently coiling it to and fro as if to illustrate. You feel Yvonne's pulse quicken as she musters a gentle nod, but her eyes widen even further as you uncoil the full length of your thick, prehensile tongue.

You continue to caress and explore her body, and she gropes and paws at you in return. Beginning beneath her ear, you gently trace the tip of your tongue along her neck and up her chin, before surging forward in full. You slither and writhe across her face, ravishing every inch of her. You're practically slobbering as you mat her already slick fur, her musky, erotic flavor buzzing in your head. You vary the ministrations of your tongue, ebbing and flowing from gentle, sultry caresses to forceful swats at her ears, nose, and features. Moving downward, you coil your tongue once around Yvonne's neck and bring your prehensile tip up to reunite with your lips and hers in a bizarre, sensual French kiss. You stiffen your tongue and tighten your grip around her throat ever so slightly, and she clenches up in an instant, pulling you in tighter and digging her fingers into your <ass>. Giggling, you redouble your efforts, choking your sweaty dog fuck-buddy and drilling the end of your tongue further down her throat. She writhes and shudders in pleasure between furtive gasps for air as you focus squarely on your tongue-throat-fucking, sparing only enough thought to direct your <if silly mode, "other two arms"> / free hands back around to Yvonne's sopping wet pussy. The minutes fly by in a chorus of lewd gasps, squelches, slurps and moans as you both drop to your knees, then eventually to the floor of the shop in the midst of your tryst.

Finally you draw back from the embrace. Tossing her apron aside, you continue to work her pussy with your hands and direct your oral worship further south, tasting and caressing her breasts, hips, and belly in turn. Next, you reposition and take her arms up above her head, exposing her armpits for you to taste in turn. Every new square inch her body is saltier and more pungent than the last, as you slurp, suck and practically drink the sweat from her skin, You bury your face fully in each of her armpits in turn as your tongue slithers in every direction, practically a beast with a mind of its own. Still working down, you dig knuckle-deep into her pussy and turn your attention to her navel, where the swirls and prods of your lips and tongue draw sharp gasps and yelps of pleasure.

Finally, the main course.

Smacking your lips in anticipation, you guide her off her back and up on her knees, and reposition behind Yvonne as she presents herself. Extending your tongue once more, Yvonne gasps as you trace up her ass cheek, before plunging your tongue in the crack of her backside. The tastes and smells are raw and overwhelming as you snake across her sopping wet pussy and her taut, clenching asshole. You grab her by the hips and continue to bat and lash at each of her openings. Yvonne pants and quivers in equal parts pleasure and anticipation, and yelps again as you finally plunge the tip of your tongue into her ravenous sex. You writhe and wriggle your prehensile third arm, and greedily slurp at her juices as they practically ooze forth. It's only a minute or two before she slumps forward and cums, hard. The walls of Yvonne's pussy come alive, clenching and grasping around you with an incomprehensible sensation.

Her orgasm subsides. You got about a foot or so of tongue in there before you bottomed out. With your tongue still plugged up in her pussy, you lower yourself down onto your back, and pull her ass down a bit above your face. Narrowing your focus, you wriggle around a bit, before you finally manage to turn your tip around. Jackpot. Now, pressing forward you work more inward, eventually doubling up along Yvonne's inner walls and spotting the tip of your tongue emerge again from her vag. Your lover was momentarily wiped out from her orgasm, but rouses again at the sensation of your efforts. You feel the weight of her ass and hips bear down on you and she begins to paw and grope at you in encouragement, but you don't expect she realizes what's coming next. You trace your tip over her taint and direct it towards her asshole. Even through the haze of lust, your precarious position briefly amuses you, with probably three feet of prehensile arm-tongue hilted out in this dog-girl's nethers. Likewise you're somewhat impressed with your dexterity as you manage to start tonguing and prodding at Yvonne's tight backdoor. Ultimately, you add a few fingers to the mix to tease and spread her asshole before you sink your tongue in, too. 

At this point, you're raw, insensate, and a little sore, but the eroticism and still-persistant musk in the air reinvigorates you and you redouble your oral assault. Your tongue wriggles and writhes in the sopping mess of Yvonne's pussy, ass, and undercarriage. You bury your nose in the folds, your face coated in a sheen of the obscene cocktail of your spit and Yvonne's love juices. 

Soon after, she cums again. You feel her thighs clamp down on either side of your head as you draw your tongue back with a lewd 'smack' from her pussy and 'pop' from her butthole. "Fuck... Marae..." you hear her pant and whisper, and Yvonne lets loose, pissing freely in your face. Your eyes roll back in your head as her salty, briny essence showers over you, tracing warm rivulets across your skin and overwhelming your every sense as it pools beneath the two of you. She giggles amidst her sighs of relief as you lewdly lap, slurp and drink your dog-piss reward.

Yvonne is thoroughly satisfied as the two of you eventually rise up and do a quick bit of cleanup. She leaves you with a wink and a final kiss on the cheek before you depart, thoroughly worked up from the bizarre affair.