I call my dog over and kneel in front of him calling him a good boy friskily petting his head and ears. Pressing my snout to his and press my tongue gently to his lips. Almost excitedly the dog instantly starts lapping along the lips of my draconic muzzle practically begging for entry as his tail starts wagging softly. Parting my lips I allow him entry only to try and restle his tongue with my own. Failing to keep his tongue at bay with my own either purposely or not it’s hard to tell because how quick his tongue is to try and force its way into my mouth.

Giving a soft huff I relent and allow him access into my maw, eyes half lidded. I try to sneak my tongue into his mouth when he licks every now and then. Failing most of the time, but succeeding on occasion.  Tilting my head slightly to allow him better access you can clearly see that he focuses a flurry of sloppy licks on the inside of my cheek. Not satisfied with him just hitting the side of my mouth I shift again and tilt the tip of my snout down and slightly raise my tongue. He reluctantly shifts from assaulting my cheek to rubbing the bottom of my tongue with his while hitting the bottom of my mouth.

After a few moments of this he pushes his snout against mine to bring me back into a more upright position and tilts his head and proceeds to lick the inside of my other cheek. I, intern, change it up and start closing my mouth around his tongue, softly sucking on it before opening up to let him lick a few more times and doing it again. This continues on as we tilt our heads this way and that as I shift him from cheek to cheek and back under my  tongue. Wet, sloppy, and slurping sounds fill the air alongside his near constant panting.

Placing a hand on his chest I push him back a bit to allow me a moment to catch my breath. After what felt like a few seconds of breathing he manages to push himself head first past my hand and shoves his muzzle into mine. Giggling as he knocks me off balance and furiously laps at my lips I press my tail to the floor in an attempt to keep myself upright as I push him back again. Regaining my composure I press my muzzle back to his and open my mouth once more. Lifting my chin up I form my lips in the shape of an O the best I can and tilt my head just a bit. I try to keep my breaths fairly regular as his tongue pushes its way to the back of my mouth. Practically trying to force his way down my throat with what little can reach that far.

No longer being able to keep my breath I gently push him back. Running my tongue around my lips in a small display to gather our combined spit. Only to pause when I've nearly finished and cover my muzzle from view with the back of my hand. Face flush with arousal and a shy grin upon my lips I swallow his saliva with a deep gulp. I clear my throat afterwards and wipe away what I couldn't scoop up with my tongue. Taking a second to catch my breath I pet him and praise him for being such a good boy and give him a few nuzzles of affection.