It's my daily routine to run along the bank in the morning with my beloved dog. One day, while we were out for a walk, my dog Pero ran up to a girl I didn't know who was jogging. Pero jumped on the girl and pounced. I apologized, but as she squatted down and stroked Pero, saying, "It's okay," my eyes were glued to her cleavage. They say dogs resemble their owners, but who knew their tastes in women were the same too... We started exchanging greetings every morning, and before long, we were sweating it out not only on our jogs but also in bed. She accepted my slightly forceful play with a smile. Her breasts were bigger than I expected, swaying, and the scent of the wind wafted from her disheveled hair. I ran straight down the road of pleasure...