The Pleasures of Pussycat Park: Playing Dirty
Mistress' party comes to a close with orgasms, mud, and blood. But what sort of scars will be left?
Kitten The heat wave was welcome considerin’ Mistress pulled me from the party into the dead of the night in nothin’ but a stolen fur coat, my glasses, and cat ears. I didn’t even have shoes. Luckily, I’m a barefoot kind of gal. Despite the fact the evening was pushin’ what I’d call sweltering, Mistress felt nothin’ but cold to me. She hadn’t said a thing, just walkin’ briskly up the trails to the playground nestled deepe...