Peter is as hard as the steel of his shotgun against the kitty ass before him. He's waited long enough, and judging by the state of Lisa's soaked nether regions, so is she. The lustful hunter drops to his knees on the soft futon and pulls the feline woman down with him before shoving her forward into a breeding posture fit for her kind. One hand rests just above her tail as the other grips the base of his rigid, dripping cock, aiming it into that hot canal for a single hilting thrust. A sigh of pleasure escapes him when he feels his entire length engulfed and he grinds deeply into his purchased fucktoy for a while.