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“Well, thanks for the thing!”

“Don’t mention it!”

You walk out of the lawn, catching up to Cat. Since she can´t walk, she is bunny hopping her way home, her breasts going up and down with every jump. You can see that her bottom is already red with print marks from all the other pledges that she crossed on their way out.

The way back is filled with people, Cat is already attracting attention. Her hot, red blush is slowly expanding from her face to the red of her body, she got a long way to go. You pass her and squeeze her chest. She shoots you the biggest indignant look you ever received.

“What? I could use some luck.”