In the quietude of a suburban home, Smith, a man with a peculiar fetish, led Molly, a willing and adventurous teen, down to his basement. The room was a mix of dim, warm lighting and the scent of leather and wood.  “Molly, I have a great Dane if you want to see him say I want your furry friend to clean me up”, “What are you bluffing Smith?”
Come this way, Molly.
Molly, a sucker for dogs, couldn’t resist petting Smith’s Great Dane, K9, when she saw him. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she cooed, scratching behind his ears. K9 wagged his tail, licking her fingers eagerly. “He wants to clean my fingers, doesn’t he?” she laughed, offering him a treat. Smith watched.
 His eyes gleaming with wild hunger. Smith approached Molly, with a silk scarf in his hand. “Give me your hands,” he commanded softly.
Molly complied, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He tied her wrists together, leading her to the sofa. He positioned her on all fours, her hands tied outward, legs spread wide and secured to the legs of the sofa. Molly’s breath hitched as she felt vulnerable and exposed, her ass and pussy on full display.
