Reminds me of my gf’s poodle watching us the one time we had sex at her house. That dog hated my guts.

Then her dad came home. Stuffed me in the closet while she begged him to go out and get her a cheeseburger. I climbed out the window and into her waiting trunk and made my escape. Don’t remember, but I think she dropped me off somewhere and picked me up after she got her cheeseburger.

weird route sfx

“You can talk?! Holy shit, do I have some questions for you!”

This is why I need negative air pressure with an exterior exhaust fan in the sex dungeon.

“That’s a weird looking red-rocket, you should get that checked out.” - the dog

I expect he has things to say about this so-called “doggy style”