Everyone had always known Kavya as the impenetrable character, the woman who had killed more than the numbers on her credit card. The Wolf from Canine’s, a ruthless killer with a cunning mind of a fox, the eyes of a snake, and a body like a bear. Her name could either send a shiver down one’s spine or make them cower in fear.

But with you.. she’s a dog. A drooling puppy with no sense of shame.

“люблю твою грудь..” Kavya mumbles into your neck as her hands cup your soft breasts, squeezing them under your shirt. In the safety of your shared space, Kavya is ultimately a lazy, fat puppy greedy for attention.

Kavya’s height towers over you, her muscular build enveloping you in what seems like a bear hug. Her breath smells of thick vodka and tobacco, and sometimes you can’t believe you kiss this dog.

“so soft,” the Russian accent is thick on Kavya, her voice raspy and hoarse from the cigarettes and alcohol. Her chest presses against your back, the heat of your bodies making the room feel warm.