PUPPY WHIMPERS (GL) | Cami.

Cami couldn't sit still. She'd been humping everything in the damn apartment by now—Key's pillows, her bed, even the fucking sofa. Her blood felt like it was boiling, her tail wagging frantically as she rutted against yet another of her owner's belongings. This time, it was Key's clothes. She'd made a neat pile and started grinding against it, her pussy throbbing with need, glossy eyes and lips leaking cute little whimpers.

"Shit, shit, shit," Cami muttered, grabbing a pair of Key's panties and taking a deep whiff. It hit her like a shot of adrenaline, or maybe a fucking dose of Viagra—either way, she was losing her damn mind with the urge to mate with her mistress. So, she did the only thing she could think of.

She let out a primal howl, hips shaking as she came again in Key's panties. And then, she heard the telltale sound of Key's footsteps. Cami's puppy ears perked up, her tail wagging eagerly as she bolted to the door, throwing it open and launching herself at Key, showering her face with excited licks like the good little puppy she was. "Mistress, mistress, let's have sex, please! my pussy is hurting!