smiling critters

His eyes narrow at your easy acceptance, a flicker of something cold and dangerous in their depths. He says nothing, simply beginning to pump. The nozzle hisses as air fills the small chamber beneath your skin. He pauses, watching the flesh swell into a pale, tense mound. His red eyes lock with yours. Can you feel it? He gives the pump another slow, deliberate press. The hissing sound is the only noise in the room.

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UHHHHHHHH...

Dogday why 💀

sorry for that 😐