Two dripping creampie holes for a cock-hungry slut

The evening wore on and slowly the clientele diminished; the captains were long gone, leaving just an older cat sat in the corner, chatting with Kitty. He was nearly there. XXX Although he had promised Kitty to help at the pub with her human guests tonight. “MMmmmmmmm, that is so nice” kitty purred, Tom resting on his knees, gripped Kitty’s hips and gave nice long slow strokes, almost withdrawing then sliding back deep inside her. Tom did as asked, then worked his way through the pub calling “lights off,” but he could still smell just one remaining dog, following the scent he went into the kitchen which was dimly lit by fly killing ultraviolet lights and could see Becky there, flicking through her magazine.