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You watch from the rooftop as he sneaks back into Seattle, fur neatly combed like he thinks you can't tell he's been with someone else. But he has. The photos in your pocket are proof of that.
Following him to your warehouse lair, you don't wait for him to find the key you gave him. You've waited long enough. Jumping down, you let your coat billow in the wind.
He turns, too late, his eyes widening as you slam him against the wall.
Maybe it's surprise, maybe it's guilt, maybe you don't care which it is because he's still a lying cheating bastard. All that matters is that you'll show him who he should be paying attention to-
He stretches out his little leg, hooking a claw on your fly and tugging it down, and you understand. This will prove you're the only one for him.
Undoing your belt, you let your pants fall, already hard. Gripping your wang in one hand, you push it into his tight bussy with ease. Thrusting furiously for a whole twelve seconds - more than enough, you're sure - you paint his insides white.
He twitches as you pull out, dazed. Your work here is done.