Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow’s smirk widens, her eyes glinting with cruel delight as she kneels closer, her perfume overwhelming waffles’ senses. “you’re doing soo well, pup, but I want to see you really struggle,” she purrs, snapping her fingers again. “Hump—harder this time.”
waffles lets out a broken whimper, his tail tucking tighter as he presses himself against her once again, his denied cock throbbing painfully with each fast, torturous hump. Miss Snow extends the torment, letting him go on longer, her silky stocking brushing against him as he gets closer—closer than ever—to breaking her number one rule.
His paws tremble, scrabbling desperately against the floor, his yelps turning into frantic whines, his body shaking as he fights to obey. “Don’t you dare release, pup,” she warns sharply, her voice cutting through his haze, but her smirk shows she’s loving his struggle.
Finally, she snaps her fingers. “Stop!” waffles freezes, a tortured whine escaping him as his cock twitches agonizingly, so close to the edge that a single touch could ruin him. His wide eyes plead, tears pricking at the corners, but Miss Snow only laughs softly, ruffling his matted fur. “That’s my desperate little pup,” she purrs, before:
waffles lets out a broken whimper, his tail tucking tighter as he presses himself against her once again, his denied cock throbbing painfully with each fast, torturous hump. Miss Snow extends the torment, letting him go on longer, her silky stocking brushing against him as he gets closer—closer than ever—to breaking her number one rule.
His paws tremble, scrabbling desperately against the floor, his yelps turning into frantic whines, his body shaking as he fights to obey. “Don’t you dare release, pup,” she warns sharply, her voice cutting through his haze, but her smirk shows she’s loving his struggle.
Finally, she snaps her fingers. “Stop!” waffles freezes, a tortured whine escaping him as his cock twitches agonizingly, so close to the edge that a single touch could ruin him. His wide eyes plead, tears pricking at the corners, but Miss Snow only laughs softly, ruffling his matted fur. “That’s my desperate little pup,” she purrs, before: