Kitty gets frisky

Kitty yowled and kicked frailly, finally hissing and lashing a claw at April’s face. The con backed away, holding her eyes as Kitty leapt after her viciously. She grabbed April in mid-pounce, latching onto her with her hands and feet as she bit at April’s forehead, snarling.

April stumbled backward into the turnbuckle, shoving at the little catgirl, but she proved too firmly attached. It didn’t help that her tail slithered into April’s jeans, wriggling inside her and fucking her at enrapturing angles.