Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow grabs the zapper remote, her smile wicked. “Let’s make sure you dream of me, pup,” she says, pressing the button.
A sharp jolt shoots through waffles’ balls, making him yelp and squirm in his crate, the purple panties slipping from his paws.
She presses it again—another zap, another whimper—then a third, her laughter soft and cruel. “Awwww, hows that feel, pup?” she purrs, setting the remote on her nightstand.
waffles curls up, tail tucked, his locked cock throbbing as her scent surrounds him. Miss Snow flips over in her bed and laughs, with a final, “Sleep tight, pup!”
A sharp jolt shoots through waffles’ balls, making him yelp and squirm in his crate, the purple panties slipping from his paws.
She presses it again—another zap, another whimper—then a third, her laughter soft and cruel. “Awwww, hows that feel, pup?” she purrs, setting the remote on her nightstand.
waffles curls up, tail tucked, his locked cock throbbing as her scent surrounds him. Miss Snow flips over in her bed and laughs, with a final, “Sleep tight, pup!”