Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow steps back, her smirk widening as she grabs a small pillow from her chair and tosses it at waffles’ feet, the soft thud making him flinch. “Since you just can't control yourself, we better empty you—my way,” she teases, her voice cruelly amused.
“Hump the pillow until all your cum is out, pup.” waffles whimpers, his tail tucking as he lowers himself over the pillow, his denied cock throbbing painfully. His paws grip the floor, his body trembling as he humps desperately, his whines turning into broken yelps.
Miss Snow watches, her laughter low and teasing, as waffles’ ruined orgasms spill onto the pillow, his cum leaking out in pitiful spurts, his body shuddering with shame.
“Is all that naughty cum out, pup?” she purrs, kneeling to ruffle his fur. “You better hope so, because you're not getting a release anytime soon. Now you’re truly empty for me.” She stands, pacing slowly around him again, her heels clicking rhythmically as she considers another way to toy with his mind, leaving waffles a whimpering, humiliated mess.
“Hump the pillow until all your cum is out, pup.” waffles whimpers, his tail tucking as he lowers himself over the pillow, his denied cock throbbing painfully. His paws grip the floor, his body trembling as he humps desperately, his whines turning into broken yelps.
Miss Snow watches, her laughter low and teasing, as waffles’ ruined orgasms spill onto the pillow, his cum leaking out in pitiful spurts, his body shuddering with shame.
“Is all that naughty cum out, pup?” she purrs, kneeling to ruffle his fur. “You better hope so, because you're not getting a release anytime soon. Now you’re truly empty for me.” She stands, pacing slowly around him again, her heels clicking rhythmically as she considers another way to toy with his mind, leaving waffles a whimpering, humiliated mess.