Whenever I see my dog, I can't help but clench my teeth and fists, filled with an urge to squeeze and knead it fiercely. It happens countless times a day, my hands completely out of control, getting more and more excited the more I squeeze, and the harder I use them.
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I feel like I have some perverted tendencies.
Whenever I see my dog, I can't help but clench my teeth and fists, filled with an urge to squeeze and knead it fiercely.
It happens countless times a day, my hands completely out of control, getting more and more excited the more I squeeze, and the harder I use them.