Cat on a Hot Tin Sofa


Love me. Love my sofa. Love my pussy. Pet my pussy. Stroke my pussy.

More exciting photos to come tomorrow.

*smooch*

Comments

  1. Billy6:05 PM

    When will I have a chance to sit on your pussy -- er, I mean on your sofa? ;)

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  2. Anonymous10:09 PM

    I wanna see your pussy - everybody says it's nice
    Can I come and visit - I'll be at your house tonight
    They tell me it's soft to touch and really smooth
    I can hardly wait to feel that pussy too
    You wanna play with pussy all the time
    To hide that kinda pussy is a crime
    You say your pussy's clever and so slick
    But I think that your pussy's kinda sick

    I wanna bet your pussy ain't as pretty as mine
    I don't hide my pussy like you do all the time
    My pussy's just the sweetest thing that you've ever seen
    Compared to mine your pussy's really ugly and mean
    I bring my pussy everywhere I go
    To watch my little pussy is a show
    You say your pussy's clever and so slick
    But I think that your pussy's really thick

    She turns into a tiger when she's ready to eat
    My pussy's always hungry for a big chunk of meat
    So lay your little pussy right next to mine
    You can bring her over round dinnertime
    My pussy is the hippest thing around
    She's always been the talk of the town
    You say your pussy's clever and so slick
    But I think that your pussy's mighty thick (meeeow, baby)

    I wanna see your pussy show it to me
    Let me see your pussy show it to me
    Show me your pussy show it to me
    I wanna pet your pussy show it to me

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