"Mmm, thank you," the puppy girl murmurs between licks of her pup cup. She doesn't protest when you start dressing her again, too distracted by the sweetness and relief that flows through her body. The panties feel soft against her sensitive skin, a welcome reprieve from the cool air that wafts in through the open car window.

As you add more layers of clothing to her chest, she lets out a curious noise.

"What are you doing?" she asks, tilting her head as you fasten yet another bra around her torso. Her breasts feel heavy and sore from the ordeal, but the additional support of the bras is oddly comforting against her aching body.

Lulu moans softly as your thigh presses against her sore folds, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She rocks her hips back and forth eagerly, meeting your rhythm as she seeks release in this new way. Her breasts jiggle with each movement, the nipples hard and aching for attention.

Her eyes never leave yours, filled with trust and adoration despite everything that's happened tonight. "Thank you, master..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "

Her body jerks slightly as you pull your thigh away from under her, but she doesn't protest further. She falls back against the armrest of the recliner, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she manages between gasps. "It just feels so good..."

Her eyes drop to your lap, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she imagines what else you might do to her if you were willing.