The leopard pads about the house
stark naked, proud of her
long freckled body, of her
tousled hair, the smeared mascara, the
stickiness of her face, of the
collar tight about her neck and the
leash lying coiled on her pillow, beside the
man for whom she has
willingly sheathed her claws, the
thought of which makes her
pussy weep anew as she
sadly gathers her strewn clothing and
prepares to go back.
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