Pussy For Pussy

Katya's creeping toward the door with that saucer of milk when Texas Patti barges in, hands planted on her hips. She can't tear her eyes off the way Katya's ass pushes out as the girl bends down. "Hold it right there, young lady! I thought I told you to stop feeding that stray kitten." Katya spins around and starts pleading—says she's 18 now, swears she can handle the responsibility. She'll do anything, she promises, anything at all if Texas will just let her keep looking after the little cat. Texas's smirk says she's got an idea. She steps in close, palms sliding over Katya's curves. The girl's breath catches; she tries to squirm away, but Texas leans in and murmurs, "You can keep the pussycat, baby… if you promise to take care of it. First you have to take care of Mommy's pussy." Katya hesitates, cheeks burning, but the thought of losing the kitten wins out. She nods, giving in fast. She must really want that kitten.