Cheatting chat female adult
It was a rather backwards route to the little house she and Ropes had together, out in the back country, but still not all that far from the comforts of civilization. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, her claws cut into the old, scuffed leather (really superfluous for such a truck) as she directed it on, the path narrowing.
Farmland stretched out as far as the eye could see on either side, long, lush waves of crops undulating softly in the warm breeze.
She couldn't have said exactly why she was taking a longer route home, however, when life was clearly so good and she had a husband waiting, no doubt eagerly, for her back at home.
She heard her husband chuckle and steeled herself, paw on the doorknob for what seemed like far too long. Yet she'd never have wanted to walk in on the scene that greeted her.