He spooned me, his relaxed sheath tickling my butt. Anime sex Kane remained sniffing at the door. I dug into the bag of treats, drooling at the sight of Matador’s training. While she adjusted to her new home, I completed my anal training. Connie sighed. Connie re-introduced to our home, a seemingly kinder, gentler Flufflepuss. “No.” My trainer commanded. The doberman, eager for another treat, growled playfully and tugged. I wanted to break the window. On Monday afternoon, I drove out of the city to a rural area nearby that had once been farmland until drought had turned it into a dust bowl. She didn’t know what to make of my home. She wanted treats without a care for what I wanted.
