Pussy For Pussy

Katya's creeping to the door, saucer of milk in her hand, when her step-mom Texas Patty strolls in and plants both fists on her hips. Katya's bending over to set the dish down and Texas eye-fucks her round ass like it’s breakfast. “Freeze, young lady,” she snaps, voice like warm honey. “Didn’t I say no more free meals for that stray kitten?” Katya straightens, lower lip out. “Please, Mom—I’m eighteen now, I can handle this. I’ll do anything, swear.” She’s begging, desperate. That anything lands like a bell ringing between Texas’s legs. Slow grin spreading, Texas steps in, palms sliding over Katya’s curves, feeling her flinch. Katya tries to squirm away, but Texas leans in, hot breath on her ear. “Fine, baby—you get to keep the pussycat. Only rule: you take care of mine first.” Katya hesitates, cheeks burning, but the thought of the kitten wins. She nods, eyes glassy, already sinking to her knees like the good girl she promised to be.