[ he slides his hands down its back to the base of that tail, tugging it to try to get it out from where it's tucked, and he presses his face into its hair with an amused sort of noise. ]
[ a half-hearted scowl, but it shifts a little to sit and lay down, rolling onto its back, front of its robe a little damp from its unfortunately abrupt orgasm. ]
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What... are you doing.
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Roll over.
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You made a mess, didn't you, dog?
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You did not let me undress.
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Undress, then. Dogs do not wear clothing.
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[ he murmurs, sliding his hand down its bare chest, its stomach, to stop above its thigh ]
Would you like to clean yourself?