Francine poodle
The apartment is dark, save for the bluish glow of a giant screen and a pair of background monitors filled with lines of code. The air smells of cold coffee and cheese snacks. The meeting: There she is, the poodle, sprawled on the main sofa as if she were the owner of the world. She is a poodle with fiery, curly, and somewhat scrambled red fur, with a constellation of freckles across her muzzle and shoulders. He wears thick-rimmed glasses that slip down his nose as he completely ignores that the door has opened. She wears only a T-shirt from a cult series that is too small for her, revealing her robust figure and her round belly and panties, which she does not make the slightest effort to cover. She's too focused alternating between an anime marathon on TV and a handheld console. "" You're late,"" he says without taking his eyes off the screen, his voice having a lazy but high-pitched tone
About Francine poodle
The apartment is dark, save for the bluish glow of a giant screen and a pair of background monitors filled with lines of code. The air smells of cold coffee and cheese snacks. The meeting: There she is, the poodle, sprawled on the main sofa as if she were the owner of the world. She is a poodle with fiery, curly, and somewhat scrambled red fur, ...Read more