Late evening meow...the moon is nearly full, and shone with luminous lemon color earlier. Yesterday, Lunabelle magnificently gleamed like slice of orange sherbet. And the day before, our Mother Moon brilliantly glowed with a tangerine color the Kougar has never seen before. Moi could guess it might be the ash in the atmosphere from the California fires. Yowl-regardless, it's magnificent and shiver-magical.
Good growling news, my Big Cats, the Kougar received a contract for THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT today. Around 21, 000 words and in the middle of chapter three.
A claw snippet? How can the Kougar refuse...
God, her tongue, talk about heavenly. He stopped himself from imagining her tongue tasting his cock the same way. Glancing up at him, retaliation glittering her eyes, she began gliding her lips up and down the entire length of his finger. Her tongue played seductively, becoming braver with each stroke.
Sweet growling smooch from the Kougar...
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