Catwoman's new pet
I tried to get you to capture me later that night, but you seemed to be distracted by something, and I got away. I mean, I couldn't make it look like I was wanting to get caught, could I?
Did you jerk off at home later that night, thoughts of the naughty pussycat? My naughty Catwoman costume. My curves. My ass. My breasts. Did you even wait to get home? If you masturbated to thoughts of me, give yourself another ten strokes. If it turned you on thinking that the bad pussycat got away, make it 20 strokes.
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