Kisscat opens the bedroom door on exactly what her friend asked for: strapped to the bed, a gag in place, a folded scarf locked in her fist as the stop signal. Saint Anna nods. The wife stages the lesson — hands first, then a slow kneel, a full show with her husband so those open eyes cannot look away. Not yours yet. Only after that does Kisscat buckle on the harness from the nightstand and take her. Saint Anna keeps the scarf closed through his fingers, through missionary, and after the gag comes out when she asks him to reach her throat, hard, deeper. He finishes across her chest and stomach. Kisscat paints it onto her lips and kisses her messy. The straps come off last. Featuring Kisscat, Mr.Cat, and Saint Anna.
