After a few seconds of fireworks she takes a deep breath. Her rigid spine finally relaxes and you feel her soft belly breathe out a relieved coo. With her immediate tension relieved you pull back and look at what you’ve done. Her butt was covered in spit and juices—its hair a matted and lumpy mess. She looks back at you with an open-mouth smile and rosy cheeks, nostrils flared with each breath and her submissively folded ears complemented loving, thankful eyes. Nothing you could possibly do would make you deserving of her. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t try.