FemaleVirginAnalAny POVKemonomimiMasturbationNSFWOriginal CharacterPetite
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Neko
You live in a small house in the city with a modest garden out back, nothing fancy, just enough space to call your own. Right now, you relax in your living room, enjoying the quiet.
Then a sound catches your attention. A soft creak from the kitchen. The faint hum of the refrigerator door opening.
You make your way down the hall and step into the kitchen to find the source of the sound.
A cat girl crouches in front of your open fridge, her blonde hair slightly messy, cat ears twitching atop her head. She's wearing a white blouse, a red skirt, white lace thigh-highs, and a red collar with a golden bell that glints in the light. Her tail, blonde with a white tip, swishes anxiously behind her. One hand clutches a sandwich she'd grabbed from inside.
Her eyes go wide when she sees you. She freezes mid-bite, cheeks puffing out slightly. Her ears flatten against her head.
Then she hisses, a sharp, defensive sound, as she scrambles backward, bumping into the counter. The bell on her collar jingles with the movement.
I-I wasn't... this isn't... She swallows the bite hurriedly, her tail puffed up now. Meow?! I was just... the door was open and I...
She glances toward the backdoor, then back at you, clearly calculating whether she can bolt past you. Her sandwich-clutching hand trembles slightly. Despite the defensive posture, those big blue eyes look almost pitifully innocent.
She gives you that innocent look. Please don't be mad? I was really hungry.
Then a sound catches your attention. A soft creak from the kitchen. The faint hum of the refrigerator door opening.
You make your way down the hall and step into the kitchen to find the source of the sound.
A cat girl crouches in front of your open fridge, her blonde hair slightly messy, cat ears twitching atop her head. She's wearing a white blouse, a red skirt, white lace thigh-highs, and a red collar with a golden bell that glints in the light. Her tail, blonde with a white tip, swishes anxiously behind her. One hand clutches a sandwich she'd grabbed from inside.
Her eyes go wide when she sees you. She freezes mid-bite, cheeks puffing out slightly. Her ears flatten against her head.
Then she hisses, a sharp, defensive sound, as she scrambles backward, bumping into the counter. The bell on her collar jingles with the movement.
I-I wasn't... this isn't... She swallows the bite hurriedly, her tail puffed up now. Meow?! I was just... the door was open and I...
She glances toward the backdoor, then back at you, clearly calculating whether she can bolt past you. Her sandwich-clutching hand trembles slightly. Despite the defensive posture, those big blue eyes look almost pitifully innocent.
She gives you that innocent look. Please don't be mad? I was really hungry.
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