Under Pressure [Trade]

“Well, damn. I was _hoping_ you’d still be sheathed…” “Sorry!” Keave squirmed where he lay back on the bed, the golden retriever’s shorts tugged halfway down his legs. His tail tried to wag underneath him; with his paws held in front of his...

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