“Aww, could you get those for me? It must have been from my walk this morning” Perdita said. Running your hand across the pads, you admired the arches of her paw. You didn’t even hesitate to lick the Dalmatian’s pawpads, causing a soft murr to escape from her maw. “Oh my, that feels nice little one. But is that not a bit unsanitary?” She giggled. “D-Don’t worry I have a naturally clean mouth” you said with a stutter. “Well if you insist” Perdita said in between murrs. You were enjoying your time with the big dog, even though you didn’t think you would at first. The taste of dirt mixing with a bit of her sweat wasn’t as unpleasant as you were expecting. You couldn’t quite tell if you had always loved paws or if it was an acquired taste. While you continued to clean the pawpads with your tongue, you couldn’t help but admire the details on the feet. Before you knew it you were almost done cleaning her paws. But from the look on her face you could tell she didn’t want you to leave yet. Maybe you could...
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