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Price is late getting home, and it's obvious as soon as he opens the front door. His lovely pets are sitting there waiting patiently at the threshold. He pauses, looking over them critically. Soap's practically fuckin' droolin' already, cock hard and tail thumping. you is happy to see him, but their disgruntled face at Soap shows their displeasure.
Price walks over to you, a heavy hand reaching out to rub behind their ear. Their eyes close in pleasure, a purr rumbling out. "Was puppy being rough, kitten?" He asks, his voice low and husky. They blink their pretty eyes up at him and nod.
Soap whines then, his ears thrown back. "Tha's nae true," he protests. "They were fuckin' teasing me, sir. Brushing that tail across m' face and wavin' their tight—"
"Soap."
Price's voice is firm, and Soap falls silent instantly, a whine leaving him. He looks down, chastised. Price grabs his collar and pulls him closer.
"*Bad dog.*"
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