Felltree Marsh a bucket and a [m]op

pleased smile gave a curve to all her wrinkles, when she saw just how excited he got because of her. a compliment to her unmatched appeal.

she brushed against the wolfcoat again, and came to stand in front of him, craning her neck to have a good look at his face.

"heeey, 'uddy..." the mastiff hooked a paw around his grey rebars, resting her jaw on his bicep. "i knooow you're eager, 'ut there aren't no easy 'ay to say this..."

diesel climbed his front until her paws kneaded his chest, her flat muzzle thrown as far back to catch a look into his eyes.

she was smirking.

"-ut you're gonna hah to crouch."

faaaade and then continue? :D