💆Pen with eraserRadish saladClara gasped when she saw the tiny kitten, his body fragile and dirty, his eyes filled with fear, and she picked him up, holding him close, her heart filled with compassion, determined to help him.
Always hold on to love, hope, and peace. “I did,” Clara said with a laugh. “I hope they’re fine—I’ve never baked for cats before. But the recipe claimed it was easy, and I used only cat-safe ingredients, so fingers crossed.”
He stood over me, cock out, smirking. I arched back, muscles flexed, hole open. His stream hit me—hot, heavy—and I didn’t flinch. I took it. Soaked, filled, owned. He emptied himself in me like I was nothing. I looked up, dripping, and whispered, “Good boy.”
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