Amy Tale/s – Pussy Kat
And there it is, the steady uh, uh, uh of pleasure; it is like Kat’s pussy engine got warmed up and it is purring like a kitten now. We drank a lot one Saturday night, so much so, that I don’t really remember what happened, but Sunday I am awakened at 9:30am by another fucking person pulling the covers off me, and I am a little pissed and hungover. I look, and it is Ken’s sister Katrina and I say, fuck Kat, is it time to clean the carpets again already? [It’s derogatory because Kat’s sex drive moves with the seasons. For details on Kat see, Amy Tale/s – Ken’s Sister]. Kat says, how many girls can you fuck in one night? I look around the bed, and I am holding to the back of …