Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow opens the crate door and pats the cushion. “In you go, pup,” she says warmly.
waffles crawls in, tail wagging as he settles on the cushion, the words “Miss Snow’s little pup” pressing against his fur. She locks the door with a soft click, then stands, her silhouette towering over him.
“Good boy, waffles,” she purrs, slipping off her purple panties with a teasing smile. She tosses them through the bars, the fabric landing on waffles’ paws, her scent enveloping him.
“You've been a good boy so tonight I'll let you sleep with these, pup,” she says, her voice firm. “A reminder of your place—and of me.” waffles whimpers softly, nuzzling the panties as her perfume fills the crate, his tail wagging despite the lock on his frustrated, denied cock. Miss Snow locks waffles in his kennel, and turns off the lamp, her bed creaking as she slips into her sheets, leaving waffles to dream of her as she decides to:
waffles crawls in, tail wagging as he settles on the cushion, the words “Miss Snow’s little pup” pressing against his fur. She locks the door with a soft click, then stands, her silhouette towering over him.
“Good boy, waffles,” she purrs, slipping off her purple panties with a teasing smile. She tosses them through the bars, the fabric landing on waffles’ paws, her scent enveloping him.
“You've been a good boy so tonight I'll let you sleep with these, pup,” she says, her voice firm. “A reminder of your place—and of me.” waffles whimpers softly, nuzzling the panties as her perfume fills the crate, his tail wagging despite the lock on his frustrated, denied cock. Miss Snow locks waffles in his kennel, and turns off the lamp, her bed creaking as she slips into her sheets, leaving waffles to dream of her as she decides to: