“There, there, boy,” She reassures him and pats him on his head. Having licked Zendaya’s fingers clean, Noon stops and looks at the girl expectantly. Breath quickening as the warm feeling spreads up into her stomach she notices Noon hasn’t stopped looking at her. ‘Schlip, schlip, schlip.’ Looking over she sees Noon, her dog, happily licking away at his groin, one of his favorite pastimes, and can’t help but watch with a hint of interest. Little red rocket still standing at full mast, Zendaya feels drawn in by the dog’s slimy erection and moves off the couch to position herself nearer to it. Gaze affixed on the hound, Zendaya can’t help but feel a twinge of something growing inside her as the pup persists in his recreation. Noon whines and licks her face. Bored.” Zendaya flips absentmindedly through the channels once more.
