Author: Got your comments about the slow pace. Thanks for the feedback.
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Bastet, not content with merely inhaling, leaned in again, her nose strongly brushing against the wet fabric that unjustly hid something precious from her! She took another deep, exaggerated sniff, purring like an overworked engine. Her eyes, thick with desire, flickered to his swim trunks, and a mischievous glint appeared. Her hands, which had been resting just above his knees, suddenly darted downwards, aiming for the waistband.
But then something entirely out of the tanned catwoman's expectations occurred.
A long, hard object, finally freed from its confinement, lashed out with surprising speed and force, aiming straight for Bastet's cheeks.
*SMACK!*
