I come through the door after a long day on the streets, and there you are, my eager pup mate, waiting exactly where I left you. Patient. Devoted. You don't speak, you never do, you just watch me with those hungry eyes as I kick back and spread my legs. We slip easily into our favorite pup-play dynamic, both knowing exactly what we want. You crawl between my thighs without a word, freeing my thick uncut cock. You nurse on it slow and deliberate, tongue rolling under my foreskin while I unwind, my fingers threading through your hair, pulling just enough to remind you what we both crave.

I feel you getting sloppy, panting between strokes, tonguing harder, faster. I know what puppy needs. I strip you bare, bend you over, and drive you wild with pleasure until you're leaking milk. I plow you raw and deep until I shoot a thick, hot load across your stomach. That mouth of yours, still wide open, tongue still longing. I scoop up every drop of my mess and fuck it back into your mouth with my fingers. Take it it all, good boy. That's my pup.