Chapter 103 | 0103 Some puppies are born lovable.
"Tell me what you want, tell your master, and then we can decide whether to allow it."
Even if you spoil your dog, it's still your owner; you can't just let it run wild.
Wu Xian slid from the bed to the floor, and the moment her knees touched the ground, a thick mist of blood blocked the cold from invading her body.
Her once sharp, bony chin had gained some flesh, and Wu Xian bent her neck and pressed her chin against Hobert's thigh, gently rubbing against him, intending to make love.
"Owner."
"Please have pity on this little dog that has been separated from its owner for so long."
She was born to be pitiful, with moist eyes and red marks at the corners, and her fragile voice sounded as if she had truly suffered a great deal.
But Hobart knew that Uss was no pitiful little dog; on the contrary, Uss had been very happy during his absence, spending almost every day with Harold.
But looking at her eyes, who would imagine the absurd things she did?
I've heard that some dogs are born with eyes that look pitiful in order to please their owners, but they're actually bad dogs at heart.
Begging is only to escape punishment for doing something wrong. Wu Xian must be the same way. This child is born knowing how to fool his master.
Hobert patted her soft cheek. "The right attitude, cloud."
This was their secret code, and luckily Wu Qian hadn't forgotten it. She obediently knelt on the ground. If she had asked what the correct attitude was, Hobert himself didn't know if he would have gotten angry.
Perhaps he really will lose control.
"Good boy, good child." Hobert stroked Wu Xian's chin.
"What do you want your master to do?"
“I want to make love with my master.” Wu Xian’s eyes were fixed on Hobert. It was not shameful to express her desires to her master.
"Well, how about it? Show me, my good boy."
So Wu Xian turned her body around, turned her back to Hobert, lifted her skirt, and wiggled her tender little bottom.
"Please come in, Master..."
A pair of cold hands caressed her, like a knife vertically inserted into Wu Xian's tender vulva, her labia parted to reveal her delicate, irrigated red vulva.
"Owner……"
Wu Xian dared not turn around. Her body was pressed forward, forward, and forward again, her palms constantly reaching forward.
This is a common yoga pose used to stretch ligaments, but now it has taken on an erotic hue because of the force Hobart applies slowly and deliberately.
That's what puppies in heat look like; they stick their butts up high.
The next moment, a slap landed on Wu Qian's buttocks, still in the strong Hobert style, but this time he hit it hard, his palm touching the flesh and then flicking it outwards like dusting.
He was removing traces of other men from Wu Qian's body.
When a puppy is in heat, patting its bottom feels good. Wu Qian's bottom swelled up from being patted, like a ripe peach, with each pat creating waves of flesh.
Finally, her waist twisted along with it, and her legs involuntarily tightened. Hopper forcefully held her down, suppressing her pleasure.
"Who am I, Cloud?"
"Master, it's the master!"
"Master, please allow Cloud to climax, I want it, I want it... Ugh!"
When Hobart came back, she felt empty no matter whether he kissed or hugged her. Only when he spanked her and the pain fell on her body could she feel real happiness.
"Good boy, Master allows my cloud orgasm."
He said he wanted to insert his fingers into her vagina, and the master of the black silk stirred up a storm inside her, digging and thrusting, her vagina tightening with pleasure and gripping the man's fingers.
Deep inside, she groaned as she gushed out her climaxing vaginal fluid.
Hobert withdrew his finger, revealing a speck of white at the tip.
Harold's semen, he ejaculated deep inside, a surprise he deliberately left for his brother.
Only Wu Xian was unaware that her lover, who should have jumped out the window, was now floating at the window, watching Hobert's actions.
He wanted to make sure the puppy wouldn't get hurt.
Wu Xian squinted, not yet able to see her master's fingers clearly, and subconsciously wanted to lick them.
"Wait a minute, shall I go take a shower?"
"bath?"
"Yes, I need to wash my puppy clean."
Wash away the smell of the wild man.
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