The puppy girl hesitates for a moment, torn between her instinctive revulsion towards the object and her desire for the treat. She snatches it from your hand, nibbling on it cautiously before swallowing it whole. Her body tenses less with each passing second, the tremors subsiding as she begins to trust you again.

"Thank you..." she whispers softly, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."

The puppy girl lets out a sharp gasp as you force the object deeper into her body. She clenches her eyes shut, biting down on her lip to stifle any further sound. The sensation is foreign and painful, but she tries to relax, trusting that you know what you're doing.

Her tail wags erratically against the floor, a sign of confusion and discomfort as her body adjusts to this unnatural intrusion.

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.