Bernards paws grabbed you, and you were quickly flipped from your back to your belly, pressed to the ground by his strong form as it hunkered down atop you, your eyes widening. If you weren't a friend to him... or a trainer then... this was Bernards response. You were a bitch to be bred.
"N... no Bernard you can't...! Stop...! This isn't legal...!" You begin, but rumbling chuckles echo out from your partner atop you as his hips come to contact behind you, able to feel his sweaty crotchfur against your body as his shaft...
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