Wally stepped back giving her an unspoken invitation to enter his condo. She did just that, brushing by him, closer than expected. But of course, he’d have like her a little closer. Okay, much closer. That was, if she wasn’t crying and forlorn about the loss of her pussy. Err, her kitty.
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