Quote by amber
gawd you guys.... to me, i can absolutely make a choice

of course our favorite is lick fuck lick fuck

but lets be honest here... a tongue alone while being wonderful, just has not the same impact of a long hard cock plunging into the very soul of us

feeling every ridge and then that, oh hell i dont what to call it, that edge of the rim of the head giving a gentle tug and friction on the clit and the heat of the motion... the abliltiy to clamp down and ripple the inner muscles on the shaft as it slides in and out

the ability to look right into his eyes as we are face to face...or even look over the shoulder into his eyes if we are doggy and see his passion mirror our own... to feel his hands gripping with each thrust and pull the hair and slap our ass ... pulling our legs around his thrusting hips as we give our all as he is (yes i am interchanging positions lol) clutching his ass , shoulders, and oh my fucking god if the walls are mirrored watching it all instead of merely the back of his head.........

feeling his own spasming orgasm deep inside...no matter how many times we have cum, that moment that he does too seems to ALWAYS bring one more from us no matter how many times we have got there before, yelling out our pleasure , or grunt or moan or anything as we see our mutual "cum faces" and know that we have just given ourselves to each other totally and then and then finally finally feleing that glorious "weapon" soften and pull out with a wet slither as we both let out a held breath and then slowly come down to earth .

i think about that compared to the of course more "mobility and dextirity" of a couple inch at best textured appendeture , i say if he had either no tongue or no cock ( if we answer the OP question honestly) can ANYONE in their right mind, opt for no cock?

lick OR fuck?..... the answer came out far faster than the fingers could type it...... FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Quote by Susan
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Wow! A car ride! This is a blast!
9:40 a.m. Got to go to the park! Rolled in some really nasty stuff, was so proud of myself. Humans were less than impressed.
10:30 a.m. Got my tummy rubbed and petted -- I'm in love!
12:00 p.m. Lunch: yummy!
1:00 p.m. Played in the yard: I loved it!
3:00 p.m. Stared adoringly at my masters ... they're the best!
4:00 p.m. Hooray! The kids got home! I was so happy I was bouncing off the walls!
5:00 p.m. Milkbones -- awesome!
7:00 p.m. Got to play ball! What a day, this was too good to be true!
8:00 p.m. Wow: watching TV with my master! Heavenly!
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EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 683 of My Captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ''good little hunter'' I am. The audacity!!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released--and he seems more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant-- I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe-- for now. But I can wait.
It is only a matter of time...