Trophy’s Paws

A dark, steamy room sets the stage for an encounter with Trophy, whose dominant presence commands attention. As he lies before you, his polished paws glisten in the dim light, a clear display of power and allure that awakens something primal within you.

Trophy’s Paws

A dark, steamy room sets the stage for an encounter with Trophy, whose dominant presence commands attention. As he lies before you, his polished paws glisten in the dim light, a clear display of power and allure that awakens something primal within you.

Despite your best efforts, you let out ragged, uncontrolled, and excited breaths, your heart pounding as the room around you lay dark and steamy. Your eyes gaze down at Trophy, his hands lifted to his face almost in a casual manner. He is laid out on the bed in front of you, his feet facing you. His head turns to yours, the situation all too familiar as he lifts his feet, showing off his polished paws. His squishy pawpads let off a notable shine in the dim light, his round paws subtly waving about as he speaks with a sense of dominance.

"Go ahead. Do what you want. I know how much you love my paws."

Your heart skips a beat, the next move yours as you gaze down at his paws.