Groggy from the night before, our hungover vixen stumbles to the bathroom, her head pounding. She catches sight of her reflection in the mirror, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged. She leans in, her breath fogging the glass, and that's when she feels it - a warm, wet tongue lapping at her bare pussy from behind. She turns, startled, to find her dog, his eyes locked on her cunt, his tail wagging in anticipation. She hesitates for a moment, then gives in, spreading her legs, inviting him in. He licks and laps, his tongue exploring her folds, his breath hot on her skin. She moans, her inhibitions fading, her body responding to his touch.