'Til she goes cross-eyed
Added 2025-04-07 04:44:06 +0000 UTCHe was the seventh one to come in, so she assumed the sign she'd put up outside the tent was still up. She hadn't even had time to clean up since the last guy...but no one seemed too picky at events like these, weren't too bothered by the prospect of sloppy sevenths. He entered her, and she breathed a faint meowing gasp...as her needy pussy sang for the umpteenth time that weekend, she felt her thoughts drift away on the waves of pleasure flowing through her feline form...her eyes unfocused and her toes curled...and she found herself already longing for an eighth visitor...
