Mist did always like the little drouse. Even if she did relentlessly abuse him and take advantage of the little micro. She never believed once that the tables would ever be turned, but then, every dog has its day.

Within moments of their exchanged roles, she found herself attached to a ring on that drouse's throbbing, Musky shaft. Rather than fight, struggle, protest or complain, she readily complied to her new role as living jewelry. She didn't care how long she'd stay there, she simply smiled happily, grinding against the thick member and happy to show off to anyone who cared to take a look.

Commission from balddumborat for Theodous

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