Part 3

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"It's Mafia Gang leader Daddy Scaramouche to you. Or just Daddy. I like Daddy. Call me Daddy. BEG FOR ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"I-I-I-I w-want you t-to k-kiss me..." The words stutter out of my mouth. I'm so nervous in front of him, my cheeks are burning up from my blushing. I bet I look like a tomato. How embarrassing!

"That's it? Pshh, pathetic. And I actually thought that we could finally get married. Apparently not."

My cat ears frown. A dangerous feeling surges through me. I make a spontaneous decision and use my big cute fluffy adorable sweet soft comfortable wolf tail to pull Scaramouche in closer to me, and I kiss him with so much passion my heart is about to explode.

We kiss for about a good 19 hours with no breaks, and then I break the kiss, pulling away, already out of breath. As our lips disconnect, our saliva breaks apart as well

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