Pussy For Pussy

Katya Rodriguez slides toward the door, saucer of milk balanced in her palm. Texas Patti steps in, hands planted on her hips, and licks her lower lip as Katya bends to set the dish down. Her eyes lock on that tight little ass, the thin cotton shorts pulled high between smooth cheeks. "Hold it right there," Texas snaps. "I told you to quit feeding that stray." Katya whirls, pleading. She’s eighteen now, responsible enough. She’ll do anything—anything—if Texas lets her keep the kitten. Something flickers in Texas’s stare. She glides forward, palms skimming Katya’s ribs, fingers drifting lower, tracing the curve of her waist, cupping her ass with slow intent. Katya stiffens, shifting under the touch, breath stuttering. Texas leans close, warm breath at her ear. "You can keep the pussycat, baby…if you promise to take care of it. But first, you have to take care of Mommy’s pussy." Katya hesitates, caught between disgust and desperate need. The kitten mews once outside. She swallows hard. Then, wordless, she nods and lets Texas turn her around, guiding eager hands down the front of her own silk pants until slick heat meets soft fingertips.