Puppy's Diary

Wu Xian needs a master. She tells Hubert, "I've forgotten him, I only love you." But then she is seduced into bed by the returning Harold. She excuses herself, saying, "I remembered...

Chapter 71 | 0071 Rubbing the Little Breasts

Chapter 71 | 0071 Rubbing the Little Breasts

When Wu Xian heard Hobert call her name in that deep, dark voice, she couldn't bear it.

It's only natural for a puppy to be close to its owner, but Wu Qian wouldn't compromise herself. She's the kind of person who acts immediately when she wants to, which is why people think she's crazy.

She got up, naked, and clung to Hobert, calling him "Master" repeatedly.

Yan Yan rubbed her cheek against the man's chest. She said she was a puppy, and she really acted like a puppy, making people love her so much that they just wanted to kiss the top of her head and hold her in their arms to let her have some peace and quiet.

“cloud”.

With my bottom being lifted up, I really want to drown in my master's arms.

Her two perky breasts were squeezed next to the man. Wu Xian had already passed puberty, and her breasts were no longer small buds, but had matured and gained some weight.

Although she can't compare to those women with large breasts, her pink color and beautiful curves, when swayed around like this, still resemble two puddings, enough to arouse a man's saliva.

"Master, please rub my breasts, my little breasts want to be rubbed by you, and I want you to spank me."

She knelt and pleaded, and Hobart naturally agreed.

He lay down with Wu Xian in his arms, so that her back was pressed against his chest, and the curves between them were completely aligned.

The metal buttons of the shirt under the morning robe left marks on the slender, snow-white back. The naked woman and the fully dressed man, his arm across the tender body, were truly a striking sight.

Wu Qian said she had small breasts, but they weren't actually that small. Compared to her waist, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say her breasts were plump and round, like white rabbits, as Hobert stroked her nipples.

He could easily control her with one large hand, freeing his body to prop himself up. When Wu Qian moaned, he kissed her, while pinching her breasts with a little force, leaving dark bruises.

Two round dots, so lewd, yet so pleasurable.

As Wu Xian was enjoying himself, he suddenly remembered something, Hobart said, unlike him.

Does he know Mr. H?

Wu Qian panicked, not because she might have found traces of her former master, but also because perhaps Hobert knew why Wu Qian had initially clung to him.

Because of his similar red eyes, she wanted him to be Mr. H's double, a thought that hadn't faded even now. However, Hobert was simply too powerful; his control over Wu Qian was too strong, making him more than just a double.

When Wu Qian was with him, she could never remember this incident. Most of the time, his identity was that of a master, a master to whom Wu Qian had to submit.

If... the master knew...

Thinking of this possibility, she no longer felt comfortable even when her breasts were being massaged; she became anxious and wanted to bite her nails again.

She went berserk, pushing and shoving her master.

Hobert pulled her close, pressing her against his chest. He remained composed, never losing control in front of Wu Qian, so she could rely on him boldly and was willing to.

"What should we do, Master? What should we do?"

Wu Xian was incoherent. She tried to curl up so that Hobert could pry her open, and the two looked at each other.

"Breathe, Cloud, calm down, good boy Cloud, calm down."

He helped Wu Xian breathe by kissing her and sealing her mouth with his tongue, while stroking the back of her neck. Slowly, the puppy calmed down.

She was still crying, her eyes filled with tears of panic and helplessness; clearly, affectionate gestures alone could not soothe her.

Hobert spoke seriously to Wuxian, "My dear Cloud, please listen carefully to what I'm about to say, okay?"

"I……"

"You must do it, you must be able to do it, listen carefully, and do not allow any words to be misinterpreted or distorted."

“I can, Master.”

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Dog Diary

Oh no! What if the master finds out he's a stand-in? Will a spanking solve the problem?