Jerry's fingers brushed against the coarse, barren cardboard of the empty toilet paper roll, sending a shiver of panic down his spine. Frantically scanning the small bathroom, his eyes fell upon Max, his loyal golden retriever, whose fur glistened in the dim light. With a mix of hesitation and necessity, Jerry guided Max closer, feeling the warmth of his breath against his skin. As Max's eager tongue met his flesh, Jerry couldn't help but wince at the sensationa strange mix of rough and wet. It was an intimate moment, filled with a surreal blend of embarrassment and relief. The texture of Max's tongue, soft yet slightly rough, contrasted sharply with the smoothness of Jerry's skin. With each awkward pass, Jerry felt a strange mixture of discomfort and gratitude. And as the ordeal came to an end, he couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre intimacy shared between man and dog. In the aftermath, Jerry hugged Max tightly, feeling the familiar texture of his fur beneath his fingers. It was a moment of sheer absurdity, yet it strengthened their bond in ways Jerry never imagined possible. And as they emerged from the bathroom, Jerry vowed to always keep their supply of toilet paper well-stocked, lest they find themselves in such a situation again.
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