Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!

Miss Snow crosses her arms, her eyes staring right at him. “Keep going, pup—hump again while I think about what to do with you,” she orders, snapping her fingers and extending her leg once more.
waffles whines pitifully, as he presses himself against her leg. His paws scrabble against the floor, his whines turning into broken whimpers as he nears the edge, his body squirming.
Miss Snow watches, her laughter low and teasing, “Hmmm... and... stop!” she commands at the last second, snapping her fingers. waffles freezes, a tortured whine escaping him as his cock twitches, denied again, his wide eyes pleading. “Hehe. Good job,” she purrs, her tone amused, as she decides to:
waffles whines pitifully, as he presses himself against her leg. His paws scrabble against the floor, his whines turning into broken whimpers as he nears the edge, his body squirming.
Miss Snow watches, her laughter low and teasing, “Hmmm... and... stop!” she commands at the last second, snapping her fingers. waffles freezes, a tortured whine escaping him as his cock twitches, denied again, his wide eyes pleading. “Hehe. Good job,” she purrs, her tone amused, as she decides to: