When the collar and leash go around her neck, she's yours. Her long, striped mittens & socks restrict her dexterity, leaving her more subservient to your desires. When you see her eyes glaze over, a needy look on her panting lips, you grin.
"Hello, sweetheart~! Want a treat~?"
The word "treat" immediately makes her belly growl, a whine further betraying just how hungry she is. You guide your "treat" into the room - a slender fox, unsure of his fate until her lips wrap around his feet. He struggles, naturally, but his strength is no match for her hunger.
After a few moments, her maw is open once more, a drizzle of drool on her tongue shimmering as bright as her blissful eyes. Her whole body shivered, and a cry of pleasure rose from her throat - her member, erect during her gluttony, finally released all of the pent-up seed she agreed to keep inside...until this very moment.
Her mind is lost to pleasure, and you smile even wider. What a good girl she is~
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Gods, I love a little pet play now & again, and with Bailey being so big, there are limitless possibilities~!
Thank you so much for your support!