“Mmm… Yes.” The Gentleman could feel the warmth build up in his stomach. Ayane kept her hand at a steady pace, stroking him gently. “Yeah… Rub it hard.” Gent was panting now, hunger in his eyes. Waiting for Miss Ayane to feed him.
Ayane stopped rubbing Gent’s tummy. “Wow, it seems my dog is a masochist.” O__O