Dash chuckles and hops on, slipping out of her saddlebags and doing a quick twirl. She was literally trembling with excitement as she watched you undo your pants. Cold fingers do their best but progress is slow, and it doesn’t help that you can’t see past the puffy jacket. She stares with bated breath, whimpering and shuffling impatiently when your gloved fingers slip. Now that her long-sought relief was nearly upon her, every additional second was excruciating. 