Lauren's pushes became more and more frantic. She shoved, she slapped, she scratched. The Cat didn't let up. All she needed was a second, not even, and she could get a breath. A gasp. Anything. She didn't want to die, especially like this. Humiliated, smothered in some woman's ass and left in an alley like a sack of meat. If she hadn't been so focused on air, she would've heard the slurping, sloppy sounds of April and the other Cat. As it was, the only thing in the world to her was the burning in her chest and the big, black butt pressing against her. And as the seconds ticked past, even those began to fade...