The only sound that came from the store was the small ringing sounds of the pinball machine in the back but Skye was focused upon the deep panting breaths from the trembling feline that slowly slumped upon her rear and leaned back against the table. Freya’s legs quivered as she sat there with her thighs spread apart, her dripping wet lynxpussy drooling down her thighs and spilling to the floor in a lewd puddle of twatsauce. “Hhfah.. Hnnh..” Freya groaned as she tried to catch her breath. “For the record, Sherri, that is not the proper use of the word chuffed.”

Although the doggirl seemed unbothered and licked at her fingertips that still had the sweet tangy nectar upon them. “Oh yeah?” She questioned but without intent, as if halfway ignoring Freya’s words and instead focusing on her own desires.

“Actually, yeah!” Freya snipped. “It means pleased, or delighted.” She said matter of factly only to see Sherri’s fingertips stealthily inching towards her pussy before they pressed against it, those padded digits splaying it apart before closing. Freya’s face turned beet red.

“Well!” Sherri spoke in what could only be described as the worst Australian accent while moving Freya’s pussy lips and speaking like she was some sort of ventriloquist. “Oi’m pretty pleased wiv Sherri’s slurpin’ Oi’m chuffed is what I’am! Shrimp on the barbie mate!”