Winnie is not the kind of monster you want to risk making mad. You immediately squirm as much as your painfully pinned position will allow you to, rubbing up against the black pads of the werewolf's toes with your full body, after a few moments you hear some happy whimpering from above, she apparently was enjoying the feeling.
"Hah. Good flea!" She sighed, leaning up against the counter of the checkout. "Only 3 more hours on the shift and then we'll get some real fun back at the cabin, I promise. But you better keep this up pal!"
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