It's just that time. Guaging her audience, she oozes her way submissively along the floor. When she reaches their feet, she rubs her face against the carpet, raising her ass into the air. Little, excited, kittenish noises escape her throat as she pleads her need and begs for release. A touch. Soft and gentle, hard and violent, she cares not so long as it never stops.
The damned cat's in heat. This is almost worth more credit card debt to get taken care of before mom finds a job.
The damned cat's in heat. This is almost worth more credit card debt to get taken care of before mom finds a job.