Running with my beloved dog on the embankment in the morning is part of my daily routine. One day, while walking, my dog Pelro ran towards a jogging girl I didn't know. Pelro jumped and bounced on her. As I apologized, saying "It's okay," I found myself transfixed by her cleavage as she squatted down to pet Pelro. They say dogs resemble their owners, but does that include taste in women too...? We started exchanging greetings every morning, and before long, we were sweating together not just during jogs, but also in bed. She would smile and accept even if the play got a bit rough. Her unexpectedly large breasts swayed, and the scent from her disheveled hair wafted through the air... We sped straight down the road of pleasure...
