The Little May Series: A New Normal (Part 4)

Just a lazy Sunday morning at home with the wife, kids and the dog...

It had been almost a month since the family's lives had changed forever. The narrowboat rocked gently in the summer breeze, its hull creaking softly against the dock. Katy surfaced slowly from a weird dream were she'd married Banjo. It had been their wedding night and Banjo had fucked her pussy for hours—only to blink awake to the soft, rhythmic slurping coming from the otherside of the bed. She didn’t even need to lift her head to know what was happening. The wet, practiced sounds of her tiny fourteen year old daughter's mouth working flesh were as familiar as the morning birdsong over the canal by now.

She rolled over onto her elbow, squinting through the dawn light filtering through the porthole.

Sure enough, May knelt naked between Tom's spread thighs, her blonde head bobbing lazily as she sucked him awake with casual ease. Tom's hand rested atop her head—not guiding, just resting possessively—with a serene look on his face.

Katy still struggling to adjust to this new normal, watched with a mix of arousal and unease as May's lips stretched obscenely around Tom's morning erection.

The girl was always so eager, and it was pretty amazing how her slender throat could take Tom to the base—but what unsettled Katy most wasn't the act itself. It was May's casual confidence, the way she'd glance up mid-blowjob to flash a cheery, open-mouth grin like she was eating an ice cream cone rather than deepthroating her father's cock.

Katy's thighs pressed together involuntarily, the dampness between them undeniable. That damn dream—Banjo's thick canine cock pounding into her relentlessly —had left her embarrassingly slick. Katy bit her lip as May hollowed her cheeks, the slurping sounds growing louder in the quiet cabin. Tom groaned, his abs tightening as his fingers twitched in May's hair.

Katy's hand slid under the hem of her nightie, fingers gliding effortlessly through her own arousal. She couldn't look away from the way May's throat bulged—how effortlessly she took Tom's full length, her tiny nose buried in his pubic hair. The nipples of her daughter's tiny barely there breasts rubbing on her husband's thigh with each bob of her head, hard from the friction.

Katy kicked the covers off and spread her legs shamelessly, the damp fabric of her nightie riding up to her waist as she rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit. The sight of May's spit-slick lips stretched around Tom's cock sent a jolt of heat through her—her own fingers mimicking the rhythm of her daughter's bobbing head.

Tom's sleepy groan filled the cabin as he finally noticed Katy watching, his free hand reaching out to grip her thigh possessively. "Morning, love," he rumbled, thumb digging into the soft flesh of Katy's inner thigh while May sucked harder in response, her tiny fingers kneading his balls with practiced ease.

Banjo whined from his spot in the corner, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on Katy's spread legs. The memory of her dream—his phantom weight pressing her into the mattress—flashed through her mind as the dog's tongue lolled, a thick string of drool dripping onto the floorboards.

Katy's breath hitched, her fingers faltering for just a second before she doubled down, rubbing herself faster as May pulled off Tom's cock with an obscene pop.

"Dad told me you like to play with the dog," May chirped, licking her lips as she crawled up the bed like a curious kitten. Her tiny fingers left wet streaks on the sheets where she'd wiped Tom's precome from her chin.

Katy's breath caught—half in shock, half in something darker—as May settled between her thighs with an impish grin. "I saw you dreaming," she whispered, pressing a sticky kiss to Katy's inner thigh. "You were moving your hips like this—" She demonstrated with a slow, obscene roll of her narrow hips that made the mattress creak. "And saying Banjo's name all breathy."

Tom chuckled darkly from his side of the bed, his still-hard cock bobbing against his stomach as he palmed it lazily. "Why don't you show her, Katy?" he murmured, watching his wife's face intently.

"Show our girl how wet the dog gets you." Without waiting for a response he patted the bed and Banjo bounded up, his claws scraping against the wood as he padded eagerly toward Katy.

The dog's hot breath fanned over her thighs, his wet nose bumping against her slick folds—she thought about pushing him away, she really did, but then Banjo's rough tongue swiped a thick, wet stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Katy gasped, her hips jerking off the mattress as May giggled and leaned closer to watch. Katy's moan was strangled, her fingers twisting in the sheets as Banjo lapped at her with relentless enthusiasm, his tongue broad and warm and so much like in her dream.

Tom groaned low in his throat, his fist pumping slowly over his cock as he took in the obscene sight—his wife's thighs trembling around their dog's snout, her cunt glistening under the morning light. May knelt beside him, her own small fingers working furiously between her legs, her breath coming in quick little pants as she mirrored Tom's rhythm.

Her tiny, smooth pussy was already shiny with arousal, her clit a hard little nub under her frantic touches. Katy's orgasm came unexpectedly —her back arched violently off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as Banjo's relentless tongue sent her crashing over the edge. Her fingers twisted in the dog's wiry fur, her hips jerking against his muzzle as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.

The shame burned hot beneath her skin, but it did nothing to dull the intensity—if anything, it made the climax sharper, more brutal. Her cunt clenched around nothing, her juices dripping messily onto Banjo's snout as he lapped at her greedily.

May let out a delighted squeal, bouncing on her knees beside Katy. "Oh wow, can I have a go?" she blurted, her wide blue eyes flicking eagerly between Banjo's panting muzzle and her mother's twitching thighs. "Please?" Without waiting for permission, May lay back spreading her legs, lifting her hips and holding her delicate pink lips open with both hands—a tiny, glistening offering.

Banjo didn't need encouragement. The moment May's pubescent teenage scent hit his nostrils, his wet nose dove between her thighs with a whine, his broad tongue licking a messy stripe up from her anus to her clit.

May squealed—not in protest, but in delighted surprise—as Banjo’s tongue bulldozed through her delicate folds with canine enthusiasm. Her hips jerked upward instinctively, her tiny hands flying to the dog’s ears to guide him closer.

“Ohmygod—!” she gasped, her toes curling against the bedsheets. Banjo’s nose pressed insistently against her clit, his tongue lapping at her entrance with rough, wet strokes that left her shuddering. May’s breath came in sharp little hitches, her thighs trembling around the dog’s muzzle as his enthusiasm overwhelmed her young body.

Tom watched, transfixed, his cock throbbing against his stomach, glistening with May’s earlier attentions. His fingers tangled roughly in Katy’s hair, dragging her head towards his crotch as she lay there still trembling from Banjo’s relentless tongue.

Her lips parted instinctively—not in protest, but in submission—as Tom’s thick, flushed tip brushed against her mouth.

"Take it deep, katherine," he growled, his voice rough with arousal, and Katy obeyed, taking him down her throat in one slow, practiced slide.

She gagged reflexively but didn’t pull back, her nostrils flaring as she adjusted to the intrusion. Tom held her there for a moment, his cock bulging obscenely down her throat, before allowing her to retreat slightly—just enough to suck in a ragged breath before he pushed her back down.

Katy’s and Tom's eyes never left May's writhing little body as Banjo's thick tongue carved a wet path between her delicate pink folds. The contrast was obscene—the dog’s massive, drooling muzzle dwarfing May’s hairless teenage slit, his tongue broad enough to stretch her tiny entrance with each swipe.

Tom’s cock pulsed against Katy’s tongue, his grip tightening in her hair as May let out a high, breathy whine, her slender thighs clamping around Banjo’s head like a vise.

"Fuck, look at her," Tom rasped, thrusting deeper into Katy’s throat. "Our baby girl is taking that mutt’s tongue just like her mum."

May suddenly pushed Banjo’s snout away with both hands, panting. His tongue lolled, dripping with her slick as she propped herself up on her elbows, eyes glittering with sudden curiosity. "Mum," she gasped, her chest heaving, "have you ever let him *fuck* you?"

The question hung in the air—blunt, childish in its eagerness. Katy froze around Tom’s cock, her throat contracting involuntarily. May didn’t wait for an answer. She scrambled onto all fours, sticking her little bum in the air as she peered at where the red tip of Banjo’s cock was emerging from his sheath with the focused intensity of a biologist inspecting a specimen.

"He looks like he wants to," she announced, reaching back to spread herself open with both hands. Katy pulled herself free from Tom's grip with a gasp, her throat burning.

"No," she gasped —but her protest died in her chest as Banjo's wet nose nudged insistently against May's spread cheeks. The dog's pink-red bulbous cock protruded obscenely from its sheath, bobbing heavily between his hind legs.

He mounted her tiny frame with unthinking instinct, his front paws coming to rest on May's narrow hips as she giggled and wiggled backwards.

Tom sat up eagerly, his cock twitching violently at the sight—his fourteen-year-old daughter on all fours, her smooth cheeks parted obscenely as Banjo's thick canine member prodded against her dripping slit.

May yelped, her fingers digging into the sheets when the swollen tip caught against her tiny opening—too small, surely—but then Banjo thrust forward and Katy watched, frozen, as her daughter's impossibly tight little cunt stretched around the dog's tapered cockhead.

"Fuuuuuck!" May whined, her spine arching sharply as Banjo's thick cock breached her tight entrance. Her tiny fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles whitening as the dog's relentless instinct drove him forward—inch by impossible inch—until the pronounced knot at the base of his shaft pressed flush against her dripping slit.

The dog's hip jack hammered into May's narrow frame with brutal canine efficiency, his panting breath hot against the back of her neck as she bounced beneath him with each thrust.

Katy stared open-mouthed, her cunt pulsing traitorously at the obscene sight of her daughter's smooth teenage belly bulging slightly with each inward thrust of Banjo's cock.

Tom's fist flew over his own erection, his other hand gripping Katy's thigh hard enough to leave bruises as he watched their child take the family dog like a bitch in heat.

May's squeals had morphed into breathless, hiccuping moans—her body spasming around Banjo's thick length as his knot swelled obscenely inside her, locking them together. May's tiny cunt was on fire. The dog's fat, knot battering against her pussy lip sent sparks of white-hot pleasure-pain up her spine with every brutal thrust.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her mouth hanging open as saliva pooled on the sheets beneath her—lost, totally owned by the animal mounting her with primal urgency. She could feel Banjo's cock pulsing, growing inside her, the sudden stretch making her gasp as her tiny body struggled to accommodate the swelling bulge. It hurt—oh god it hurt—but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling tight in her belly, her clit throbbing in time with the dog's frantic panting against her neck.

Her little fingers furiously rubbing circles over her sensitive nub, chasing the sharp edge of something terrifyingly new.

Katy's breath caught in her throat—her own fingers moving between her thighs with frantic, shameful urgency as she watched her daughter's smooth slit stretch obscenely around Banjo's engorging cock. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the cabin, punctuated by May's high, broken whimpers—not of protest, but of surrender.

Katy's cunt clenched around nothing, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she imagined the brutal stretch, the impossible fullness her daughter must be feeling. The dogs now swelling knot was battering against May's pussy lips, each thrust forcing the thick bulge closer to breaching her impossibly tight entrance. May screame in pain, when the knot suddenly popped past her stretched rim, locking Banjo inside her with a wet, obscene squelch.

Her tiny body convulsed violently, her back arching like a bowstring as her a huge orgasm tore through her with terrifying intensity. May could feel the dog pumping inside her, filling her up with hot spurts of canine cum into her adolescent womb. She groaned, her toes curling, her fingers still rubbing furiously at her clilt—she could *feel* the pressure building inside her belly, Banjo's cock pulsing against her deepest walls.

Her thighs trembled, her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and then—suddenly—she came, harder than she ever had before. Her tiny cunt clenched rhythmically around Banjo's knot, milking him as her orgasm wracked her entire body in violent spasms.

Tom watched his daughter's blissed-out expression, her mouth slack, her eyelids fluttering—and that was it. His balls tightened, his cock twitched, and he knew he was done for.

With a rough growl, he grabbed Katy by the hair, dragging her face down onto his throbbing erection just as the first thick rope of cum shot into her mouth. Katy swallowed her husband's load obediently, her fingers still working frantically between her own slick thighs, her eyes glued to where their the dogs cock pulsed inside their teenage daughter.

Tom's softening cock slipped from Katy's lips with a wet pop, his hand still tangled possessively in her hair as they both watched Banjo's hips stutter against May's narrow frame—the dog's knot still swollen thick inside her, pulsing as he emptied the last of his seed into her tiny, stretched cunt.

May lay limp beneath him, her breath coming in shallow little pants, her fingers still twitching against her swollen clit like she couldn't stop touching herself even now.

"Sweetheart?" Tom murmured, his voice suddenly gentle as the haze of post-orgasm clarity hit him. He reached out, brushing sweat-damp blonde strands from May's flushed forehead—his fingers trembling slightly as they traced the tear tracks staining her cheeks.

"You okay? Did he—" May smiled dreamily, her blue eyes glassy with endorphins as she stretched beneath Banjo's weight like a cat in sunlight. The dog shifted his weight and the movement of his knot inside her made her groan softly.

"Mmmm. Feels incredible," she slurred, her fingers pressing lightly against her swollen lower belly—Tom's breath caught at the sight of his daughter's fingertips sinking into the soft flesh where Banjo's knot sat heavy inside her.

Katy made a choked noise beside him, her thighs pressing together reflexively. "Easy," Tom murmured, more to himself than anyone else as he carefully slid his hands under Banjo's belly—the dog whined softly, his tongue lolling as Tom carefully lifted him just enough to relieve the pressure on May's trembling thighs.

The movement made the knot twitch inside her and May gasped, her hips jerking—her slick thighs tightening around nothing as fresh arousal dripped from her stretched pink lips.

"Dad—!" she whimpered, her tiny hands scrabbling at the sheets. "When you—ohhh—" Her protest dissolved into a breathy moan as Tom shifted Banjo's weight again, the swollen canine member shifting inside her at an impossible angle.

Katy's fingers hovered uselessly in the air before she finally pressed one shaking palm against May's lower back, holding her steady as Tom worked.

She could feel the heat radiating from her daughter's flushed skin—could see the way May's tiny belly still bulged slightly with the shape of Banjo's knot buried deep inside her. Every careful adjustment Tom made sent another visible tremor through May's slight frame—her toes curling, her breath hitching—until finally, with one slow, wet pop, Banjo's knot slid free.

May groaned like an animal, her hips jerking reflexively as thick rivulets of canine seed spilled from her stretched entrance onto the rumpled sheets beneath her. Tom couldn't look away from the obscene sight—his daughter's well-used cunt gaping slightly, her pink inner lips puffy and dripping with Banjo's spend.

The sheer wrongness of it sent a jolt straight to his already-stirring cock. "Christ," he muttered under his breath, his thumb brushing against May's swollen clit—her answering whimper was all the encouragement he needed. The dirty thought crystallized in his mind with perfect, shameful clarity.

"Katherine do you love me?" Tom asked suddenly, his voice thick with something dark and hungry as he watched Banjo's seed dribble from May's stretched pink slit. His thumb circled her swollen clit lazily, drawing another breathy whine from his daughter.

The dog panted heavily beside them, his huge cock still glistening with May's slick as he licked at the mess dripping down her inner thighs. Katy looked sideways at her husband of seventeen years—that familiar, dangerous glint in his eye—and knew exactly what was coming before his lips even moved.

Tom's fingers stilled against May's oversensitive clit, his attention shifting suddenly to the glistening mess pooling between their daughter's thighs.

Banjo's seed dripped lazily from her flushed pink folds, the sheer volume of it making Katy's stomach clench with something between horror and arousal. Tom's chuckle was low, dark—the sound he made when he'd decided to cross a line there'd be no coming back from.

"Christ, look at that," he murmured, dragging two fingers through the sticky mess leaking from May's well-used cunt. "Our little girl's absolutely stuffed with dog cum..." May moaned softly beneath him, her hips twitching when Tom smeared the thick fluid over her trembling belly—marking her skin with viscous streaks that caught the morning light.

"Mum?" she whispered, her voice small and breathless, her blue eyes glassy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Her tiny fingers reached blindly for Katy's wrist—not pulling, just holding—as Tom pressed his cum-slicked fingers against her mother's lips. Katy hesitated for one shameful heartbeat—her nostrils filled with the musky scent of Banjo's spend mingling with May's arousal—before her mouth opened.

The taste was brutal—bitter and thick, coating her tongue with an animal intensity that made her cunt clench. Tom groaned low in his throat, watching his wife lick May's mess from his fingers with something like reverence.

"Good girl," he murmured—the same tone he used when May swallowed him whole—and Katy flushed hotly, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. Tom's fingers tangled in Katy's hair, guiding her face down—down—until her lips brushed May's swollen folds.

May was stiil on all fours her back arched. "Mum—please—" The desperate whimper shattered Katy's resolve. Her tongue flicked out—once, twice—tasting the slick-salt of her daughter's teenage cunt beneath Banjo's bitter seed.

The first slurp was involuntary—the thick canine spunk coating her tongue like spoiled cream—but the second? The second was hungry. Katy's lips sealed around May's trembling slit, her tongue lapping greedily at the mess leaking from her daughter's stretched pink hole.

The sheer wrongness burned through her—fuck, she was eating their dog's cum from her fourteen-year-old's pussy—and it was turning her on. Her finger crept back to her own clit, circling furiously as May whimpered above her, tiny hips jerking against her mother's mouth.

Tom was getting hard again watching his wife lick their daughter clean—watching May’s tiny fingers twist in Katy’s hair, urging her deeper into the slick mess between her thighs. Banjo panted beside them, his thick cock still engorged, twitching with residual arousal. Tom’s own erection pressed painfully against his stomach, the sight of Katy’s tongue delving into May’s gaping slit making his pulse hammer in his throat.

“That’s it,” he growled, gripping Katy’s hips roughly, dragging her backwards until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She gasped when his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her arse, spreading her cheeks without preamble. He spat onto her twitching star before the blunt head of his cock pressed against it— his crown still slick from earlier—and he pushed in with a single, brutal thrust.

Katy cried out, her face still buried between May’s trembling thighs, her tongue freezing mid-lick as Tom’s cock stretched her ass obscenely wide. Once the head was inside he stopped, letting her adjust for only a heartbeat before pulling back and driving in harder, deeper—his balls slapping against her cunt with a wet smack that echoed through the cabin.

May finally rolled over onto her back with a wet squelch, her thighs glistening with the remnants of Banjo’s seed and her mother’s saliva. She giggled breathlessly, spreading her legs wider—an unspoken invitation—as she watched her dad fuck her mum's arse with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Mum’s face is so red,” she murmured, reaching down to smear two fingers through the mess still leaking from her own cunt before sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. “Taste different to dad’s, doesn’t it?” Then she grinned and leaned down to whisper in her mum's ear.

"May!" Katy screeched, seemingly appalled by her daughters words and blushing furiously. May grinned unrepentantly, "go on dad'll love it." May hauled Banjo over by his collar with surprising strength, the dog's pink-red cock swinging heavily between his hind legs.

"Look, Mum—" she giggled, spreading the dog's hindquarters with both hands to expose the glistening knot still swollen thick at the base of his shaft. Katy's breath hitched as her daughter angled Banjo's cock out between his hind legs, the bulbous tip of his cock bobbing obscenely close to her face—close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off it, smell the musky tang of May's arousal still clinging to his length.

Tom chuckled darkly, his slow thrusts into Katy's ass never faltering as he watched May maneuver Banjo closer. "Go on, Katherine," he rasped, his grip tightening on her hips. "Don't leave our girl hanging." Katy's pulse hammered in her throat—the dog's thick cock twitched inches from her lips, glistening with May's slick and his own bitter pre-cum.

May sprawled beside them, her tiny fingers already working furiously between her own freshly-fucked folds. "Do it, Mum," she breathed, her blue eyes wide and hungry. Her other hand holding his knot, angling it forward until the swollen tip of his cock bumped against

Katy's trembling lower lip. The warmth of it shocked her—the sheer animal heat radiating from the dog's engorged member as May pressed it insistently against her mouth. Katy's lips parted on instinct—whether to protest or surrender, even she didn't know—but the moment her tongue touched the slick, tapered head, May pushed the canine cock into her mother's mouth.

Katy’s lips sealed around the unnatural heat instinctively, the thick, musky taste flooding her senses, she suckled eagerly. May squealed with delight, "mum's sucking Banjo!"

Tom's thrusts into Katy's arse began to speed—the obscene sight of his wife's lips stretched around their dog's swollen cock while their teenage daughter masturbated beside them sent him hurtling toward another orgasm.

Katy gagged slightly as Banjo's tapered tip hit the back of her throat, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets while Tom pounded into her from behind. The dog's hips jerked instinctively, his knot swelling against Katy's chin as precum leaked thickly onto her tongue.

"What's it like? The question startled Katy—May's voice was suddenly right beside her ear, breath warm and ticklish as the girl leaned in close while Katy's lips stretched obscenely around Banjo's twitching canine cock.

Katy couldn't answer even if she'd wanted to—not with the dog's tapered tip pressing against the back of her throat, not with Tom's fingers digging bruises into her hips as he fucked her arse with relentless precision. "

Let May try," Tom growled suddenly, pulling Katy's head away from Banjo's cock with a wet pop. May giggled, scrambling onto all fours—her tiny pink slit still glistening with leftover seed—and leaned forward eagerly.

Katy watched, transfixed, as her fourteen-year-old daughter's pink tongue darted out to lick the thick drop of pre-cum beading at Banjo's tip. May's lips parted with practiced ease—no hesitation, no childish uncertainty—just pure, hungry enthusiasm as she took the dog's tapered cockhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed instantly, sucking with the same sweet eagerness she used on her father's cock every morning.

Katy's breath hitched as May's small fingers tightened around the base of Banjo's shaft, her tiny fist pumping in rhythm with her bobbing head.

"Fuck—" Tom groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he watched May's blonde head bob enthusiastically between Banjo's hind legs. The dog's hips shivered, as his tapered cock slid deeper into May's throat with each eager suck. Katy's breath came in ragged gasps—her daughter's lips stretched obscenely around the animal's swelling knot while Tom's cock pistoned into her arse with brutal precision.

May gagged suddenly—her small throat fluttering wildly around Banjo's cock—but her fingers only tightened in his knot, pulling him deeper. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips. Tom groaned, his thrusts into Katy's ass turning erratic.

"Christ, look at her," he rasped. "Our little May choking herself on the dog's cock." Katy watched, mesmerized, as Banjo's tapered tip pulsed against the back of her tiny blonde fourteen year old daughter's throat—canine pre-cum spilling down her gullet. May's nose pressed into his fur, her face shining with sweat and saliva—her tiny fingers kneading at his swollen knot frantically as she gulped down the bitter flow.

May pulls back giggling and gasping for air, Katy took over, sealing her lips around Banjo's twitching cockhead with a moan she didn't recognize as her own. Tom is pistoning Katy's arse, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he watched the obscene spectacle before him—his wife and daughter taking turns sucking

Banjo's swollen cock with the same eager desperation they reserved for his own. May's tiny fingers tangled in Katy's hair, guiding her mother's mouth back onto the twitching canine shaft whenever she tried to pull away—their lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, their faces flushed identically pink beneath the thin sheen of sweat and dog pre-cum.

Banjo's hind legs stiffened suddenly—his thick cock jerking violently between May's small palms—and Tom barely had time to bark, "He's gonna—" before the first thick rope of canine seed exploded against Katy's chin. She gasped, the hot spray painting her throat white as May squealed—not in disgust, but delight—and yanked Banjo's cock from her mother's lip, eager to catch the next pulse directly onto her tongue.

The dog's hips shook wildly, his knot swelling impossibly large as ropes of thick cum splattered May's grinning face—one strand catching her eyelashes, another streaking across her pert little nose. She stuck her tongue out further, like a child catching snowflakes, giggling as Banjo's final spurts dripped messily onto her already-sticky chest.

The sight was too much—Tom's cock pulsed violently inside Katy's clenching arse as he came with a guttural roar, his fingers digging deep enough into her hips to leave fingertip bruises by morning.

His spend flooded her tight channel. Katy gasped at the sudden heat filling her. Stan stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still rubbing sleep from his eyes, the other gripping the doorframe—his boxers tented obscenely over his morning erection.

The scene burned itself into his retinas: Dad's softening cock sliding from Mum's gaping arsehole with a wet plop; Banjo panting happily between them, his cock still swollen red and glistening; May—Christ, May—sprawled naked on the rumpled sheets, her tiny body painted white with canine spend, licking her fingers and grinning like she'd just won a fucking.